Page 68 of Unhinged

They move together like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Their alpha and omega in perfect sync. She’s laughing softly, her face still flushed. Arrow’s eyes crinkle as he watches her, like he’s soaking in every moment. They look like a couple. A pair of fated mates, bound and inseparable.

Jealousy flares, sharp and blistering, my alpha demanding I take what ismine.But I swallow it down. We’re brothers. A pack. She hasn’t chosen just him. Arrow was just the first lucky bastard to feel her from the inside. That doesn’t mean the rest of us won’t get our turn.

“Morning,” I mutter, taking another slow sip of my Red Bull; the sharp citrus lingers on my tongue, teasing me.

“Morning,” Brydgett answers, her voice light. Too light. Like she knows exactly what I’m thinking.

Arrow just smirks, the asshole. He pulls out a chair for her, then strides to the pantry. The casual domesticity of it gnaws at me. He grabs a variety of cereals, bowls, spoons, and a carton of milk, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

He pours them both a cup of coffee, handing hers over like it’s a daily ritual. My jaw clenches. He’s feeding her? Providing formy omega?

“We need to talk,” I say, keeping my tone steady. I grab a bowl and spoon, my hands moving on their own as I sit down at the table, trying to ignore the tension building in my chest.

Brydgett arches a brow. “About what?” She chooses a box from the table, pouring a heap of cereal into her bowl. I watch as she drowns Cinnamon Toast Crunch in milk, the obnoxiouscrunch of her first bite ringing louder than it should. Like this isn’t killing me.

I pour myself some Lucky Charms, the sound of the cereal hitting the bowl unnervingly loud. The milk follows, settling with a quiet splash.

“Your extracurriculars,” I shoot back. “You dealt with Kenny. We needed answers from him. Hoping you’ve got something we don’t.”

She shrugs. “I don’t know much. But sure. After breakfast. I’ll shower, then we can talk. Where you wanna do this at?”

“My office,” Gears grumbles as he slumps into the kitchen. The bags under his eyes tell me he didn’t get much sleep, and I don’t have to guess why.

Arrow’s smirk widens. “Your office. Got it.” Then he turns to Brydgett, dropping his tone. “Need help in the shower, Gidge?”

Her cheeks flush, that beautiful shade of pink that makes my fingers twitch as her scent intensifies.

“Nope,” she says, flustered. “I think you helped enough last night. I’ll be okay.”

She gathers her bowl, retreating with as much dignity as she can muster. I watch her until she disappears down the hall, the swing of her hips taunting me. Then it’s just me and my brothers.

“Well, that was painful,” Gears mutters, running a hand down his face. “You heard it too?”

“Hard not to,” I grit out. “Thin walls.”

Arrow grins like the smug bastard he is. “You’ll get your turn. She’s ours now. No need to get all twisted up about it.”

My teeth grind. “Maybe. But until then, we’ve got other things to deal with.” I shove another spoonful of Lucky Charms into my mouth, the sugary crunch doing little to quell the simmering heat.

Today we get answers. And I’ll be damned if I’m not the one she looks at next.

Tension simmers as we sit, just the three of us, at the table, the remnants of breakfast scattered across it like our unspoken emotions. The Renegade MC crest hangs above us, a silent witness to the chaos brewing beneath its proud emblem.

“Did you fuck her?” Gears asks, his words sharp, like he’s trying hard not to lose it.

“Yes.” Arrow's grin widens, a mix of triumph and mischief dancing in the depths of his gaze.

“Fuck,” Gears hisses, his frustration palpable. “She was into it?”

“Did she sound into it?” Arrow bites back, undeterred by the scrutiny of his brother. The way he leans back in his chair speaks volumes—he's claiming this moment, relishing every second.

My heart races at the thought of Brydgett underneath Arrow.

“She told me no knotting, and I listened.” He shrugs.

My body betrays me as images flit through my mind—her skin against mine, soft gasps mingling with the rhythm of our bodies moving together. The thought of sinking my knot inside her makes my pulse quicken, an instinctual need clawing its way to the forefront.

“How was it?” I ask, desperate for details that will both satisfy and torment me.