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CHAPTER ELEVEN

RIVER

W e have a pink-haired beta sleeping in our house, and my instincts are going wild. I’m jealous that Lee slept with him all night, but I know that it’s because he feels safe with him. I want that for Camden since he was so scared and traumatized.

While I know that Brooks’ dad gave him shit for killing Bradley, I also know that it’ll be fine. We won’t get into too much trouble for it. We have our moments of being hot tempered, murderous alphas, but we protect our own.

Camden is ours.

“He’s still asleep,” Lee says softly, padding out to the living room. Brooks and I have been catnapping off and on, but neither of us have been to bed.

“Why did you choose to bring him home?” I ask. “I’m not complaining, I just need to know.”

“He was in shock, panicking, and needed someone. Camden is more than just a beta that we torture, that’s done now. He’s ours. There’s a lot that he’s keeping from us, but I swear that it’s nothing that will hurt us. I would never allow that.”

“We know,” Brooks murmurs. “With what we know about him now, it changes everything. I want him to stay as often as he wants. What I’m feeling needs to be explored. If he’s ours, then he stays here, he eats here, he goes where we go. Obviously, he can go to class, but the time where we allow him to sit as far away as possible is over.”

“I don’t think that's a good idea. We aren’t quite where we can force him to live with us,” Lee says. “Feel free to stalk him, though. It’s what I’ve been doing. The more he sees us, interacts with us, the more he’ll fall for our pack. Remember his anxiety, though. He’s fragile, guys. We want him to want us, not run from us.”

Brooks snorts. “As if he could run. He wouldn’t get very far.”

Henley gives him a wicked grin before looking at me.

“I know we can’t force him to get to know us,” I counter. “We aren’t complete assholes. However, I know we can be a lot. Don’t let us fuck this up, Lee. The urge to ruin him has changed to owning him. I can’t explain this feeling that's eating me, but I know for a fact, he’s ours.”

“I won’t,” he promises. “If I jump in, it’s because you may be coming off strongly and the conversation may need a gentler hand.”

“Gentle isn’t really our thing, Lee,” Brooks says. “The best I can do is stop being a raging asshole.”

“I mean, that's a start,” Lee chuckles. “So, how did things with Bradley go?”

“He didn’t stand a chance after we were done. I doubt his own mother would have recognized him either.”

“I’m kind of jealous I wasn’t there,” Lee says, shrugging. “All I could see was a blinding red haze. He affects me too, I just have to reel it in more. It’s important that he feels comfortable with at least one of us.”

“Dad wants to meet him,” Brooks confesses. “I couldn’t tell my father no, not after he agreed to clean up such an epic mess.”

“We’ll figure it out,” I decide. “I’m fucking starving. Killing people makes me hungry. I’m going to get some breakfast going. If he wakes up, then so be it. We can have a meal as a pack.”

“That’s not really moving slow,” Lee says, sighing.

“Did you think we were going to change so much?” Brooks asks with a snort. “We’re possessive assholes.”

“Don’t I know it,” Lee says. “I’m going to grab a shower.”

Getting up, I start making breakfast, thinking about the conversation I just had with my pack. Camden needs to be protected, which means that I need to have a conversation with my staff at The Frenzy. If someone was eying him up the entire night, one of our bartenders should have mentioned it to Ryan.

As I cook, I find myself getting more and more angry until I’m fuming by the time Camden comes into the kitchen. His shoulders are hunched and he appears as if he wants to be anywhere but here.

“Did I do something wrong by staying the night? I can go home,” he says.

Brooks and I growl as Lee walks in, looking sexy as fuck in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Despite the early hour, he’s ready for the day.

“No,” Lee says, interjecting the way he warned he would. Fuck, it would figure he’s right.

He usually is.

Turning back to make sure I don’t burn breakfast, Brooks sets the table to keep himself busy.

“They’re just upset you were hurt,” Lee says. “Murder isn’t something they typically commit unless they care.”

Just your lovable psychos, at your service.

Smirking, I begin to dish food out onto large platters.

“We may not be the best alphas, but we’d never force ourselves on someone like that,” I say softly, handing off plates to Brooks as he growls again.

“Fuck, sorry. I keep reliving the way you looked, Cam,” he mutters. “The worst kind of men in the world are rapists, people who take things without asking. We may push, tease, bring you to the edge of everything you think you can handle, but the word no will always mean something to us.”

And he’s right. Brooks mentioned that Cam said no, tried to get away from him when Brooks pushed him up against the equipment shed. So Brooks did stop. He didn’t push Cam to do more than he was comfortable with and let him go. Because while we might want to see the little beta get on his knees for us, we would never become monsters and force it.

Camden stares at us as we sit down at the table, and very slowly nods. It’s not perfect, but it’s a very good start.

HENLEY

The little omega next to me is very quiet and in his head as he thinks. I understand that our pack is a lot. We have our own way of thinking, and believe that the world should bend to us and not the other way around. Whatever happens, I refuse not to get what I want because he’s afraid of us.

That’s simply unacceptable.

“What’s going on in there?” I ask, my hand reaching out to smooth the wrinkles from his forehead. He truly is overthinking.

“I’m trying to figure out how this works. It’s a lot to take in, you know? Between last night–” he whispers, looking away. “Then there’s everything that’s happened so far this year, my mind is a mess.” He looks back at me. “But…” he chews on his lip, a little blush gracing his cheeks. “As much as they scare me, I like being around them too.”

Breathing deeply, I enjoy his cotton candy scent as I pull my thoughts together. Even though Camden sprayed himself down with descenting spray, I can still smell him. My alphas must have their heads in the sand if they can’t because their noses are better than mine.

The little omega has convinced everyone that he’s a beta through sheer strength of will because all the dots connect in the opposite direction. If you continually tell people you’re something else, they start to believe you. My alphas will soon find out what Camden is, but not yet.

I’ll keep this secret to myself for a while longer. The pieces that are only mine are addicting. The video cameras, the private moments only I’ll get to see, they’re just meant for me.

I’ll learn to share when I need to.

“You must be an adrenaline junkie,” I tease him. “We’re not soft men, but we do love hard. We’ll always keep you safe, go toe to toe with your father when that becomes necessary. You can’t hide forever behind pills and lies, Camden. It’s not right. You deserve to be able to be who you are.”

“Just the idea of that scares me,” he admits. “My anxiety is an asshole. It tells me that I need to hide or die. There’s no other way. Just the thought of my father finding out, sends me into a tailspin in my own mind.”

“What if there could be?” I insist, pulling into a parking spot in front of his dorms. “You’re not alone anymore Cam. And yes, while our actions haven’t really shown us to be very nice when it comes to you, that's going to change. Mind you, we’re not nice people in general, but for you, we’re going to make a bit of an exception,” I wink, loving the way his cheeks turn crimson.

“Why?” he asks, voice so low I almost can’t hear him.

“Why what?”

“Why me? Why do you three want me? I understand why you set your sights on me, you thought I was the enemy. But why did you go from wanting me gone, to just… wanting me?”

“There’s been something about you from the start,” I shrug. “Past the hatred, there’s been this pull. This attraction. Now that the hate is gone, that part is shining through.”

“Oh,” He turns to look out the window.

“Come on, I’ll walk you in.”

There’s no room for argument as we get out of the car, and walk up to his room. People glance at us, which leads me to acknowledge that I’m just as bad as my alphas when I snarl soundlessly at them. I may appear to be the sane one, but I don’t want people to get too comfortable with Camden in these dorms.

It’s still early, and people are going about their business, heading to class. Still, I need to do the equivalent of peeing on Camden.

If I could just move him in with us, I would.

“Thanks for everything—” Camden starts to say as he unlocks the door.

“I didn’t say I was ready to leave,” I murmur, pushing him inside as I follow him. “We aren’t done yet.”

Slamming the door closed, I press Cam against it, devouring his lips. Fuck, he even tastes like cotton candy.

“You’re delicious,” I rasp, going back for more. “I bet your cum even tastes just as good as your lips do. Maybe even better.”

I can feel the outline of his cock as I rub against him, and we both groan as I grind our dicks together.

“When I said we are your pack, that wasn’t a suggestion,” I say, kissing down his throat. His guttural moan is ambrosia, and my dick twitches with desire. “We’re possessive, we will not back down, but I promise you’ll love every fucking second. Just…like…this.”

Camden’s fingers hold tightly onto my arms, his whimpers getting louder.

“Is your cock slicking for me, Baby Boy?” I rasp, kissing him. “Are you making a mess for me?”

“God, the things you say,” he whispers. “You know I want you. It feels like I shouldn’t though, not after what happened yesterday.”

“That’s not the same,” I spit out indignantly. “We’re two consenting adults. Take back your power, Little Omega. Kiss me, and know you fucking crave me.”

“I shouldn’t, but I do,” he says so softly I can almost pretend he didn’t say it.

“You don’t have to try so hard to push me away,” I snarl. “Your cock, your scent, and your very soul want me. Fucking say it.”

My hand grabs his ass as Camden moans against my lips, mine doing their best to remind him of the truth of my words, and he hitches his leg around me to rock his hips harder against my dick.

Determined to make him as obsessed with me as I am with him, I do something really fucked up. Half carrying him to his bed, I fall into the cloud of blankets. His startled cry does nothing to dissuade me. We may both be cumming in our pants, but the whole damn room will smell of the both of us.

I play for keeps, and I learned the rules of life on the knee of my father. Take what you want, pull it from them as you convince them it’s what they crave. That way, they’ll believe it’s their idea.

“Lee,” he gasps, writhing underneath me.

“I want to touch you so fucking badly,” I tell him, my control starting to fray.

Pulling his shirt over his head, he tosses it to the side. Toeing off his shoes, they go flying as well, and he unsnaps his pants.

“So touch me,” he says. “I don’t want to go to sleep tonight with the memory of another man’s hand on my cock.”

He’s trying to kill me. Thrusting my hand into his pants and under the band of his boxers, I fist his cock, loving the way he wraps his legs around my ass and simply lets go. His fingers tangle in my hair to take control, and I let him. I can be flexible, for just a little while.

Fuck, he feels so good in my hand, his slick covering his dick so I can slide up and down with the perfect amount of friction. I want to fuck him so badly, but he’s not ready for that, not yet.

“I want to be the first one to fuck your ass,” I groan. I never have problems with playing it cool, but the rules are flying out the window. Camden is so innocent, I can tell by how responsive he is that he’s going to be our perfect little omega of firsts. “Not now, but soon. I’m going to take my time with you. You’re going to give me all of your whines, whimpers, and cum. Aren’t you, baby?”

“Fuck yes. Oh god, I’m close. Please cum with me,” he whines. “Lee.”

My hips twist and rock over his pelvis, the friction making my eyes roll. That’s it. God, I’m going to have to go out after this with a load of cum in my pants. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Let go, Baby Boy. I’ll cum with you. I’m right there,” I gasp.

I can feel the moment he wordlessly screams, and his cock begins to twitch hard as he explodes. My vision whites out for a few seconds as I fall over the cliff after him, my face buried in his shoulder as I grunt and cum. My hips continue to fuck into his body as I come back to earth, my body having a mind of its own and dreaming how much better it would have been if I’d cum inside of his tight ass.

I made the right call, though. This is the slowest I’ll go with him. All bets are off now.

Pulling my hand out of his pants, I grin at the mess all over it. Dragging my tongue up through his cum, I begin to clean myself up in the most filthy, depraved way possible. He does taste delicious, and it’s a flavor that I always want on my tongue.

“Oh my God,” he whispers.

Grinning at him as his legs drop on either side of me, I kiss him goodbye, making sure to thrust my cum-laden tongue into his mouth. His noises should exist in my own little porn, and because of my cameras, I’ll be able to watch this over and over again.

“Make sure you clear your plans for the football game,” I say, my chest heaving as I come up for air.

“Why?” he asks, looking confused.

“You’re going to be in those stands, wearing Brooks’ jersey like a good boyfriend,” I tell him wickedly. “You’re ours, which means you’re going to start showing people that. The best place to do that is the football field.”

Pushing myself up, I force myself to get out of his bed. It’s too fucking comfortable, I don’t know how he manages to get anything done.

“But, wait—” he says.

“Nuh-uh,” I grunt like a caveman. “It’s non-negotiable, Little Omega. Be a good boy.”

He gapes at me as I open the door to let myself out.

“Make sure to lock the door after me,” I remind him, enjoying the way he scrambles up to do as I say.

Once he’s at the door in front of me, I give in to one more kiss before staggering away to leave.

“Bye,” he says, breathing heavily, his eyes glazed over with lust.

“Bye. Close the door to keep the scent in,” I tease him. There’s no one around, it’s just us now on his floor.

The click of the door feels like a promise as he closes it, the lock being thrown makes me grin wildly. He has no idea what he is agreeing to, but I know he’ll love every moment.

Game fucking on.