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CHAPTER THIRTY

GRACE

“ B lue Fox,” I whisper as we finalize preparations to set sail for and set siege on North Shore.

The ship the other packs will ride in on is massive, strong enough to fight against them, and also get us off this island.

That thought alone causes tears to spring to my eyes as my pack and I board our small sail boat and set a course.

We plan to search for Faith, and of course, they plan to fight alongside their men.

But deep down, I want to grab her and get out.

I don’t want to see any of them get hurt.

I won’t be able to withstand any of them dying.

“Are you ready?” Nakoa asks as he lifts me over the ledge. The mood is sombre as Leo pulls the anchor and Raphael turns the wheel away from the bay.

“As I’ll ever be,” I respond, laying my head against his chest as he threads his rough fingers through my hair.

We cut through the water at a slow yet steady pace.

We don’t meet resistance, just as we anticipated, most of the power to North Shore shut down.

I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that this is Foxcroft.

And I know, as I look up at him, the wind whipping at his shoulder-length dark hair, Raphael can’t accept his family was involved in creating this.

But it gives me hope that maybe fate isn’t set in stone.

If it were, wouldn’t that mean we were destined to be monsters?

But we chose different, choose better, choose to accept each other, scars and all, and work to heal the past. I squeeze Nakoa’s hand, resting in his arms since we set off.

I’m not as nausea as I thought I’d be, but I am clingy.

And for once, I’m so grateful it’s not from my heat.

When it gets dark, the tension in the air is palpable, as well as the taste of our co-mingled pheromones.

I settle into a nest of sorts made up of the color tropical pillows the South Shore packs favor, and a sea of warm blankets.

The sea sprays us every so often, and I’m thankful, because it ratchets down the heat building between us to be bearable.

Until, like a freak storm, the dam breaks. I don’t know who moves first, them or me, but I know we come crashing down on my new nest like a tidal way.

The onslaught of pleasure is almost too much to bear as my alpha descends on me one by one. A gasp tears through my dry throat, just as my slick core throbs in anticipation as Nakoa sets to work devouring my sex, his tongue and fingers fucking me as one calloused thumb tortures my aching clit.

It feels like it’s the last time, and it terrifies me. But because it feels like the last time, I give my all to them.

Raphael and Leo take one tender breast between them, sucking and nipping and biting in a feral display of dominance over me.

At least that’s what I would’ve said months ago when we first met.

Now on the eve of the heat of battle, I find myself overwhelmed by the certainty that they are my pack, my alphas, and I was always meant to be their omega, and they no longer want to dominate me.

Yes, just like Leo promised me what feels like so long ago, they worship me as their queen.

“You first,” Nakao whispers, and Raphael nods. Leo is hard and eagers and I spread my legs wide.

He deserves it, I think, and I deserve an alpha willing to kill for me like him.

The boat rocks violently as Leo cups my cheeks and drives all nine inches of his hard, throbbing, and soon to be knotted cock inside of me in one fluid motion.

My screams are swallowed up by his controlled kisses, our tongues warring, not for dominance, but devotion to show one another how much we can’t stand being apart it’s as if we’re trying to fuse our bodies until one as he strokes into me harder and faster, almost almost in time with his tongue plundering my mouth.

“My omega,” he whimpers as if I injured him, my nails, digging into his back the swirling motion halted, jerking as he loses his rhythm and is forced into the delirium of rut.

Vaguely, I wonder if this is good or even right?

I’m pregnant after all. Will taking three alphas cocks back to back be wise?

Well, I’m going to find myself screaming in ecstasy as Leo buries himself between my legs where he belongs, a flood of come coating my womb as he screams my name into the raging storm.

I don’t have time to recover as he pulls out before he’s locked inside of me only for his cock to be replaced by Nakoa‘s thick dick. He’s uncharacteristically feral as he pounds into me.

Gone is the tender touches and kisses we shared under this very same boat before the engine was repaired, winding me up until I exploded in ecstasy long before he even made a move to pleasure himself.

Tonight, he takes me hard fast and raw and it feels just right, like Leo did, he belongs here in my arms. I ride the wave of Nakoa’s relentless pursuit of our pleasure, my own orgasm cresting far too soon, hypersentive.

Just when I think he’ll tear me apart, slick gushes from my pussy onto his knotted a cock, he cradles my head and lays gentle kisses on my ears, whispering words so filled with love and protection, and the resolve that our baby won’t be born in this hell hole disguise this paradise that I lose it before he can come.

My whole body tenses from the tips of my toes to the hairs standing up on the back of my neck. Nakoa smirks, elated at the indecent pitch of my moan from the sloppy sound of our bodies slapping together as a mist of slick sprays the air along with the raging seafoam.

“Good girl. Keep coming for us, my sweet omega,” he whispers, and hold me tight as Leo coaxes me through a second orgasm his fingers flicking my clits as he squeezes my breast, toying with my taunt nipples.

“Nakoa, don’t!” I gasp, as just when I start to protest, he pulls out in the loss of his thick cock leaves emptiness behind.

I jerk as ribbons of sticky white come land on my cheeks and lips, and some sprays my breast and chest. I look up to see Raphael pumping his swelling shaft, already hard again, eyes half-lidded as he pleasures himself to the sight of me being fucked within an inch of my life.

I smile and invite him. When he settles between my legs, I wrap myself around his waist and pull him in.

“So pretty and pink,” he murmurs, smile radiant, as my first love shoves Leo’s and Nakoa’s come deeper inside of my clenching sex. “You ready for the grand finale, my queen?”

“Yes,” I breathe, expecting him to do his worse. But it’s as though Nakoa and Raphael have swapped bodies as slowly, he strokes me, intent on me finding release for what a fourth the fifth it could be one million time for all I know.

Raphael doesn’t pull out. He allows himself to swallow and fill me my insides, trying and failing to clinch around the sheer size of the double knots.

A whimper it’s two more loads of cum splatter in my face as Nakoa and Leo take turns painting my tanned skin white.

Raphael stands still locked with my pussy and carries me into the sleeping quarters with my other alpha not far behind.

We snuggle into the two small bed presses together so tightly I feel like we’re fish caught in the net.

But it’s warm and right and what's with my hands tangled in Leo and Nakoa’s hair, we drift to sleep with the gentle swing of Salvation.

And for once, my dreams are not filled with flaming planes or the wails of my sister, as she both sinks to the bottom of the sea. I dream of a heavenly sunrise in the arms of my pack in the small nameless baby, sucking their thumb on my chest.

But, to make this dream a reality, we have to slay them.