Page 85 of Spellbound Omega

Greene groaned. Wards and barriers were amazing things. Marvels of magic, really. But so too were the powers of the Pack Alpha. Even if he no longer was, he could practically feel the mating in the threshold and how it vibrated with the happiness of the pack. Of the hearth magic.

He chuckled to himself, ignoring the arousal stirring. Teller and Evan were close, always close, and even with the suppressants and moderate ability to lock down his own scent, they would know and that mattered.

Why it should matter to them what he, ten years older than Teller and fifteen older than Evan, was feeling was something he didn’t like to dwell upon too long.

“Greene?”

He groaned again, internally this time. Teller was at the door, as was, of course, Evan.

“Can I help you?”

Teller moved gracefully, smoothly and not bothered by the low tones of his voice.

“We just wanted to check in on you before we retired for the night.”

Ah, that “we” used in such a way that let Greene guess if they were retiring for the night together. Not that it was his business, of course, it was not. Not even close.

But that didn’t keep the flashes of Teller and Evan together out of his mind. Even the gentle ones, flashes of Teller’s long willowy body with miles of muscle, wrapped around the much smaller Evan. Evan was shorter, smaller. Adorable. His nose was upturned in the cutest way, and his skin was a creamy field for a constellation of moles Greene could imagine the rangy, muscular Teller mapping with kisses as they held each other close.

An Elf bodyguard and a witch assistant, and whatever they got up to together was no business of Greene’s. He was a widowed bear shifter who was much too old for either of them and didn’t have the sexual resume to consider two men at once. Even if they never smelled like sex and were either not intimate or just very good at hiding the evidence.

But he did consider them. Far too much, in fact.

“Greene?” Teller and Evan were in the room now, closer. Greene could discern their scents of slight concern. That was another thing, their scents were always twinned together somehow. Not like a couple or mates — Greene didn’t even know if they were that and not just best friends. No, this was different. He could scent them individually, Evan smelled of down and cotton. Teller smelled of leather, but only slightly, as if it was wrapped in vanilla.

But the scents often came to him as one, and it never failed to arouse him. With the addition of the thrum he knew in the threshold ward, he needed them to go before he embarrassed himself with the tent in his pants showing.

“I’m sorry, what is it?”

Teller and Evan shared a look, one he couldn’t read.

“Just a last check in, Greene,” Evan soothed, pouring tea from a tray Greene had not even noticed he was carrying. “I thought you might like some tea to help you sleep before we travel back tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow, of course.”

“We could stay longer, if you would like.” Teller said, and Greene felt double teamed as he often did with his bodyguard and his assistant. They were worried about him, it appeared.

“No need.” Greene had made his peace with the change from Pack Alpha to Councilor. It felt right. He missed the Pack lands, and would need to come back and run here from time to time, but no, it was time to move on.

“We must get back,” he told them, watching Teller’s grey eyes and Evan’s blue ones follow his moves closely. “This matter with the Fae is far from resolved.”

“What will need to be done?”

“I don’t know. But we will head back home tomorrow as planned and go from there.”

Home. That word felt right. Not for here. Not for the Pack House or the Northwest Pack in general. But for a big city and politics of all damned things.

“Goodnight then, Greene,” Teller said, and Evan stepped close to him. Closer than friends? Greene didn’t know and shouldn’t care.

“Goodnight.”

Teller nodded, his gaze dropping on Greene and Evan in equal beats, before moving Evan toward the door.

“In the morning, then.”

Greene lowered himself to the edge of the bed with his tea.

Yes, in the morning.

Surely, whatever game Prince Morgan and the Fae were playing in the human realm could wait until then.