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I smiled. “Ok.”

Growls filled the room as soon as I agreed to work with my therapist, and my alphas crowded closer to cuddle and run their hands over my stomach.

My heat was only a few weeks away. I’d take a cock for the first time, and hopefully be pregnant by the end of it.

Chapter 10

~June~

Istared up through branches and leaves, letting the shifting light among the fluttering green soothe me.

I was officially off for several days for my heat, and had just finished a session with my therapist—the last before I’d again ask my alphas to breed me.

My therapist had agreed that I seemed in a good mental state and that I’d prepared myself as much as possible. But we’d also scheduled a visit for the day after my heat to make sure that any issues that cropped up were swiftly addressed.

I wanted this. I was ready.

But that tiny voice inside was still scared that Danny was right and that it would hurt.

“Eric?”

I turned to the voice to see Micah—Owen’s omega mate—walking across the grass toward me. “Hey, Micah.”

He stopped, studied the ground, then plopped beside me. “Not working today?

I shook my head and resumed staring up through the tree branches. “I had an appointment, and my heat is starting in a few hours.”

“Ah. I don’t blame you for taking the day off then. The first twelve hours or so of heat are the worst. Best to relax beforehand if you can.”

“Mm-hmm.”

The sound of shuffling as Micah shifted from sitting to lying. “That’s one thing I’m not going to miss,” he laughed. “Pregnancy means no heats for a while.”

“I hadn’t even thought about that.”

“Oh, I was excited when I saw that positive test,” he said with another laugh. “My heats are miserable, and any break is a good break.”

“Ovulation cramps?”

“Thankfully not. I’m just insatiable. You’d think four alphas would be plenty, but they could barely keep up. They’d fuck me until I passed out, and I’d be desperate again by the time I woke up.”

“Ah.” I paused. “Can I ask you a stupid question?”

“Hmm? Sure.”

“Does sex hurt?”

There was a pause, shuffling, then he was in my line of sight, glaring down at me. “Are they hurting you?” he demanded. “Do I need to track them down to kick their asses?”

I briefly imagined petite Micah challenging my alphas, and I giggled. “No. They’re not hurting me.”

He frowned. “Okaaaayy…”

I shifted, and he moved while I sat and wrapped my arms around my knees.

“So they’re not hurting you,” he said with an unsure tone to his voice. “But you’re asking if sex hurts? Is this a thing about my alphas all being so much bigger than me?”

I shook my head. “No.” I blew out a long breath. “Promise you won’t laugh?”