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NOAH

Carter’s plan is not subtle—it’s the exact opposite. It shows me all I need to know about his growing impatience. He is ready to risk everything for this plan, and while this is more my style, I have to stop and wonder about what it will do to Hazel. She will break completely, which will push our timeline up by a lot. As we prepare to leave, my phone buzzes. I pull it out with a frown. There is no caller ID.

Normally, that would stop me from answering, but something in the back of my head is screaming at me to answer.

Sliding my thumb across the screen, I murmur, “Yeah?”

“N-Noah?” a croaky female voice echoes down the line, as if she were standing in a canyon.

“Who is this?” I ask, drawing the attention of Carter. He pauses to scrutinise me .

“It’s Leah,” she whispers. “I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get back to you. I’ve been… b-busy.”

Busy ? I emailed her six years ago. Something is very off with her. I take a moment to listen. Her breathing is erratic, and her voice is trembling and weak.

“That’s okay, thanks for ringing when you could,” I murmur softly.

“What—what did you want to know? A-about Hay-Hazel?” She attempts to make her voice steady, but I can feel the anxiety coming down the phone line. She is no longer the vibrant girl we all knew. Although people change. Fuck knows, we all have. She is a shadow of her former self, and that has intrigued me.

“Do you remember your fifth birthday party, Leah?” I ask soothingly, adopting the clinical psychologist tone that seems to come naturally as soon as I’m around the unhinged.

She gulps loudly. “What about it?”

I turn my back on Carter, who is moving closer, clearly desperate to know what I’m doing. I’ve never told the two alphas in my pack what Hazel told me. They know her masked magician fear, everyone at that party knows, but this… they don’t know.

“I know this is a lot to ask, Leah, but is there any chance you can tell me who the masked magician was? Do you know where your parents hired him from?”

I blink as she hangs up.

Okay, that tells me two things. She knows, and she is scared. Did this fucker get to Leah as well? And if so, who else did he abuse? This gives me even more reason to want to track him down and slice his fucking dick off before I shove it down his throat and choke him with it.

“What is that about?” Carter asks.

I turn back to him as I pocket my phone and narrow my eyes as Zach hovers, curious as well. I can’t very well tell them it’s nothing, but is this the time to spill all? “Just following up on something,” I say after a beat.

“What something?” Zach asks. “Are you planning to get the exact same masked magician in front of Hazel to make her really lose her mind?” His bitterness doesn’t go unnoticed, but I ignore it. It’s just Zach being Zach. His brain doesn’t work the same as most people’s. It is fractured. He has never spoken of it, but I see signs of traumatic abuse all over him. If he wants to talk about it, he knows where I am. Until then, I mind my own business. We all have our demons, and we don’t need to shout them from the rooftops like children begging for attention.

I force my face into a feral grin. “Exactly that. It’s like one mind.”

His eyes widen, and then he returns the smile. “Harsh but imaginative. Leah didn’t say?”

I shake my head. “No. She was distracted.” If that’s what we are calling it these days.

“Well, I approve of this,” Carter says. “But right now, we are wasting time. Noah. You have already entered the house through the front door, so you go in and then open the kitchen window for us. Zach and I will climb in from there. If we all stand around, crowding the doorway, it will be more suspicious. ”

“Agreed,” I say and pat the pocket of my combat pants where my lock picks are.

As one, we move out.

It is still daylight out, but dusk is coming. We won’t be completely unseen, but it is better to split up. Carter and Zach head to the park to make their way around the back of Hazel’s house while I stick to the high street, walking past the pub and the closed shops towards Hazel’s front door.

I already have the lock pick in my hand when I reach the door. Quickly getting to work, I unlock it and push it open carefully. Something slides along the floor on the inside. Stepping inside casually, I close the door and lock and bolt it. This will ensure two things. If Hazel did forget but knows she forgot, it will fuck with her mind, and two, it will keep her safely locked away from the world while we ravage her.

Looking down at the floor, I see a bear shoved to face the wall when I opened the door. Frowning, I crouch down and notice straight away that it is a nanny cam. I move it back into place and pause to see if there is any movement.

The house is quiet except for faint whimpers coming from upstairs, so I make my way to the kitchen, hyper-aware of every creak of the floorboards.

At the kitchen window, I pause to put on the white mask before unlocking it and pushing it open. Carter and Zach are already waiting in the garden, which is surrounded by trees and shrubs. They climb in stealthily, their own masks already in place. We exchange silent nods, communicating wordlessly as we’ve done countless times before.

Letting Carter go first, as he is our prime alpha, we creep up the stairs. Hazel’s scent grows stronger. Sweet omega pheromones mixed with the musky tang of heat. My cock strains to get to her, eager to claim what’s ours. But I force myself to stay focused. This isn’t just about getting my dick wet. It’s about breaking her completely.

We pause outside her bedroom door. Inside, we can hear her laboured breathing, soft moans of discomfort, and a dull hum of what I assume is one of those vibrators that knots. Carter pushes the door open and steps inside.

Hazel is curled in her nest, naked and glistening with sweat. Her eyes are glazed and unfocused as she writhes against the blankets. She doesn’t seem to register our presence at first. Her grip is weak on the vibe buzzing away in her pussy, and I stifle the groan as the scent of her slick fills the air. She is so far gone, she doesn’t even notice as we crowd into her bedroom.

Good. That tracks.

Hearing Carter hiss at the same time as I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut, I know standing here with the omega we know is our fated mate, covered in slick and in the throes of her heat, has brought on our rut. I’d half expected it. It is always around the same time as Hazel’s heat, fate telling us that we are meant to be together, but this is perfect timing. Now we can knot her properly. There is always a small knot whenever we orgasm, enough to satisfy an omega in heat, but now they will inflate to full size, ensuring Hazel will be fully sated for a time. I strip off, as do the other two alphas. Hazel is writhing in her nest, trying to find relief from the vibrator, but it’s not doing a good enough job. I kneel at the side of her nest and place my hand over hers, feeling the vibrations echo down my arm.

Hazel’s eyes open groggily. She tries to focus on me, but I can see she is incapable of processing the reality of me next to her.

“Shh, there, Hazel. We will take care of your heat for you. Do you want that?”

Her whimpers turn to moans as we promise her everything she is craving.

Carter kneels close by and strokes her sweaty forehead. “Stay asleep, Hazel. Your dreams will take care of you.”

“Dreams,” she murmurs, her eyes closing again. I pull the vibrator out of her pussy and nearly keel over from the scent of her slick all over it. I leave it turned on and can’t resist shoving my mask up a bit and licking it like a lollipop, emitting a groan of pure lust. My cock, which was already rock hard bounces with eagerness. I need her. I can’t wait. I enter her nest without her permission, but right now, I don’t think she cares. She is pliable as I spread her legs wide and duck my head to lick her sweet pussy, flicking her clit with my tongue. And then I devour her.

I eat Hazel’s pussy with desperate hunger, my tongue delving deep to taste every drop of her sweet slick. She writhes beneath me, soft whimpers escaping her lips as I bring her closer to the edge. Her scent is intoxicating, clouding my mind with lust.

Zach watches intently from the edge of the nest, his hand wrapped around his thick cock as he strokes himself slowly. The air is thick with pheromones. Hazel’s heat scent mingling with our rut-induced musk.

I feel Hazel’s thighs tremble as her orgasm builds. Sliding three fingers inside her, I thrust deeply, sucking her clit between my lips, flicking it rapidly with my tongue. She arches her back off the nest with a cry of sheer longing.

“Do you want my knot, Hazel?”

“Please,” she whimpers, still lost in her delirium. “Knot.”

Rising to my knees, I push the mask back down and drag her closer to the head of my cock. With Carter and Zach watching intently, I drive into her with one swift thrust. I bury myself to the hilt inside her. We both groan at the sensation. She’s impossibly tight. Almost virginal. I shudder as my orgasm hits me instantly, and I shoot my load into her without any need for another thrust. I knot her hard and she gasps as she feels it stretch her to her limits. But then she relaxes again, purring as I give her exactly what she needs.

“Fucking hell,” I whisper. “Fuck, it’s better than I imagined.” I close my eyes behind the mask and soak up the sheer ecstasy of finally being inside Hazel after all these years. Her inner walls clench around my knot, milking every last drop from me. I stay buried deep inside her, my hips making small, involuntary thrusts as aftershocks of pleasure roll through me.

Hazel whimpers softly, her eyes still unfocused as she rides out her own orgasm. Her body trembles beneath me, sweat glistening on her flushed skin. She looks utterly debauched and completely unaware.

Her eyes open, and she gasps when she sees me looming over her, my knot buried deep inside her. “Go back to sleep, sweet omega,” I murmur. “Your dreams will take care of you.”

The noise of the vibrator still buzzing away must comfort her as she closes her eyes and drifts off into a restless sleep with my knot still easing her heat.