Chapter 22

Harlow

My perfume is powerful, I can smell it, and I can feel how my body reacts when they’re all near to me. I feel different. Like my omega is picking up on her alphas being around her.

I know they’re all here. I sense the difference. It’s like it was in the hospital.

More than anything, I feel how my pussy clenches at the thought of them…the thought of their knots.

I purr, the sound still alien to my ears. But I don’t fight it anymore. I finally understand and know my omega has perked up in a way my alpha never did.

It makes sense now—I was never an alpha. And as I never had alpha tendencies or needs, I’m surprised I never believed one single person who thought I was an omega.

I inhale my alpha’s scent as it lingers on my forearm.

The whole time I read to Jagger I could smell the place Kai touched me, and now it’s caused an ache in my lower stomach and also between my legs that I need to dampen.

My skin feels tingly as I strip out of the itchy fabric and turn on the shower.

I step inside and gasp as the cold water beats down on my breasts.

I trace the waterproof dressing covering where my implant was.

My pussy clenching at the memory of the hospital, of my alphas surrounding me, protecting me as I woke for the time as an omega.

I slide a finger between my legs, imagining their hands instead of mine.

“Fuck,” I whimper, circling my clit.

My omega preens at thoughts of Carver’s possessive touches, Parker’s steady control, Asher’s care, and Oliver’s playful teasing. I want them all. Need them.

My body knows exactly what it’s been missing.

Slick drips down my thighs, mixing with the shower water. As it does, the ache in my lower stomach intensifies, and as I brace myself against the tile wall, my pussy clenches. It’s not an ache anymore, instead the sensation is delicious.

I picture them here with me. Inhaling their scents as their hands worship every inch of me, claiming me, filling me with their knots, one after another—or together—until I’m completely satisfied.

The cramps intensify. I know what this is. I know what’s coming. This is what happened to my sister, Grace. She suffered through her first pre-heat. And that’s why she asked an alpha to take her through the real thing.

I slide my finger deeper, but it’s not enough. Nothing will be enough except my alphas. All of them. Together.

I want them to scent mark me. To tell the world I am theirs, and they are mine.

My pussy aches, wanting more.

I add another finger, thrusting it inside me as I imagine it’s Parker deep inside my pussy while Asher’s tongue licks my clit, and Carver’s dick is so far down my throat I’m gagging around it as Oliver takes my ass.

I don't know what's gotten into me. But I want to feel them inside me, together. I wonder if I could get Asher inside my pussy with Parker, but I’m not sure how that would work. It doesn’t stop the thought of it from sending lightning fast zips through my body as my index finger presses and circles over my clit.

I purr. The sound is so foreign to my ears and I should feel embarrassed, but I don’t. I’m going to love being an omega.

Since Carver knotted me, I admit, I’ve become a little knot obsessed.

My pussy clenches around my pumping fingers. I’m so close that I have to bite back my cries.

I want to feel them inside me. I want their cum inside me.

I want my alphas.

I cry out again as my climax nears, but as pain shoots into my side, I stop working on my orgasm.

I can’t do this alone.

I need my alphas.

I step out of the shower, legs shaky, and wipe the steam from the mirror. My reflection startles me. My pupils are blown so wide there’s no blue color there, only blackness. My cheeks are flushed pink, and my lips are swollen. I barely recognize myself.

I groan as the towel catches on my sensitive breasts as I dry off.

More slick trickles down my thighs and I clean it away, but it’s pointless. My body keeps producing more.

In my bedroom, I pull on a pair of cotton shorts and a thin tank top. The fabric feels rough against my heated skin.

A whine escapes my mouth as I pull them off and put on my silk pajamas.

I press my knees onto my nest, crawl to the middle where I fluff the pillows, arranging them just so as I take the clothes my alphas left me.

It now feels complete.

Their scents linger.

Parker’s tee shirt, Oliver’s practice jersey, Asher’s sweater, Carver’s black button down. He must be here now. I smile knowing Parker has opened up his pack for him.

I press each item to my nose, inhaling deeply.

“Alphas,” I whimper, rubbing the clothes over my neck and wrists. My pussy clenches hard as I scent mark myself with their combined smells.

The ache builds between my legs. My omega knows what’s coming, even if my mind hasn’t caught up yet. But there’s no denying it anymore as another wave of slick soaks through my pjs.

My pre-heat is starting. And I need my alphas.

“Oliver, Asher, Parker…” I hesitate, call out, and hope. “Carver.”

The door opens the moment I say it. Four men…alphas stand before me.

“Omega,” Parker growls. “Are you asking for your alphas to enter your room?”

Two stand at either side of the doorway. Their sharp eyes are on me. Each is a pure alpha. All tall with wide shoulders, and chests puffed out like they are about to beat them caveman style.

I whine as I nod furiously.

They each file into the room, tentative rather than aggressive.

I’m sure that’ll end soon.

Carver rumbles, “Omega.”

My pussy contracts around nothing at his tone. My slick gushes and only now do I realize I did slick for him that day. I never squirted like I claimed.

I giggle as I think about that.

His voice changed the moment we fucked. I see it now. How he urged with his words for my omega to awaken for him. She probably would have had it not been for the damn implant.

“Alpha,” I whine, unexpectedly. I’m still coherent enough to call his name, but he needs this. I suspect they all do. “Alphas.”

I glance at Parker, then Asher. Both of their pupils are dilated, black. I swallow as I turn to Oliver, giving him the same wink he gave me at the ice a few months before.

“How long did you know I was an omega?” I ask Oliver, my voice breathy.

“Not as long as Carver, obviously. But the first time was about a year ago. Though, I refused to believe it. I never understood what was happening myself. It was my first time I scented an omega, and Colton had convinced everyone you were an alpha.”

“Colton never knew. But he wouldn’t—I wasn’t his.” I push back on the nest and take them all in together. “I’m yours.”

There’s a collective inhale of breaths.

Carver, a tattooed god with black hair, blue eyes, and as tall and broad as Oliver. Oliver is as tatted as Carver, though his hair is a shade lighter and his eyes a light hazel, but right now they look so dark it’s hard to remember how pale they are.

Asher, much leaner than Carver and Oliver. Not unexpected, considering he no longer plays the game. But there is something special about Asher, not only the way his green eyes bore into mine, or the dimples I see when he smiles, but it’s his touch that makes me come alive.

And then there’s Parker. Messy dark blond hair, tanned skin, and steely gray eyes.

He’s cold, unsure, yet now I know why.

He is scared. I can see it in the way he stands slightly to one side of Carver, like he doesn’t want me to compare them.

“You’re all so perfect together. I get a bit of everything.”

“You do,” Parker growls like he’s suddenly come alive. “Do you want all of us?”

I glance at Carver, our eyes meet. He gives me a small nod. I smile as tears sting in my eyes.

“I want my four alphas together.”

“Good girl.” Asher steps forward. His eyes lower to look at my nest and back to me. “Can we join you?”

Goosebumps break out over my body as I moan. “Please.”

He steps another foot forward and reaches his hand out until his fingers touch my chin, tilting it high. I moan again and my perfume emits into the air, melding with theirs.

Coconut…pineapple…vanilla…and topped off with rum. It smells like summer on the beach. It smells like heaven.

We smell like heaven.

Like a perfect pack.

I tip my head to the side as Asher lowers and kisses my neck. When he pulls away, he says, “That’s my claiming spot. ”

Carver growls. “I want her neck.”

“Then we’ll share,” Asher tells him, undeterred by Carver’s alpha dominance.

I whine. “I want you all to share me. I want—” I stop talking as slick coats my shorts. I press my finger between my legs as heat rises and settles in my cheeks.

Asher’s mouth reaches my ear and with a snarl, he says, “Don’t ever be embarrassed about who you are.”

His words make me purr contentedly and again as I watch my alphas as they each find their place around me.

“Lie down and let us hold you for a while,” Asher says.

I need this more than they know. Or maybe they know exactly what I need as Parker cradles my head in his lap.

Hot tears stream down my face as my alphas surround me in my nest. Their combined scents wrapping around me like a warm blanket, and making me feel safer than I’ve ever felt in my life.

Parker’s fingers gently comb through my hair as Asher and Oliver press at my sides, holding me close. Carver settles at my feet, his large hands massaging my calves.

“You’re everything we’ve been missing,” Parker whispers, his voice thick with emotion I rarely hear. “You make us complete."

My heart swells at his words. I reach up to touch his face, feeling the slight stubble under my fingertips.

Asher’s hand finds mine, intertwining our fingers. “Did you know, deep down, that you belonged with us? That first day in my clinic, I felt it.”

I squeeze his hand, remembering that electric moment. “I think I always knew something was missing in my life. But I felt it with you. I felt it in the club when Parker held me behind him to keep me safe. I felt it when Oliver winked at me months ago. ”

“There was never going to be another omega for us,” Oliver murmurs against my shoulder. “The moment I scented you at that game, I knew. We all knew when Parker brought your scent home.”

I turn to Carver, who’s been unusually quiet. His blue eyes meet mine, intense and full of meaning.

Carver smiles. “When I saw how Oliver looked at you that day,” he says, his voice rough. “I recognized that look because it was the same way I looked at you. That’s when I knew you weren’t just mine. And the reason that I can accept this pack. Because you were meant for all of us.”

Fresh tears fall as I process his words. My body aches for more, craving their deeper touch, but this connection feels just as vital.