“Shush.”
Damn it. Not only am I arguing with myself but out loud at that. And this is technically the second damn time in less than twenty-four hours.
Mason’s already waiting when I pull up, every inch the perfect alpha, calm, polished, and devastatingly steady.
Oh, I’m going to be spoiled rotten.
At least while I’m here. Because I haven’t made up my mind.
Right?
My door opens and Mason offers his hand, pulling me from the driver’s seat before drawing my hand to his lips for a soft kiss. Such a damn gentleman.
“Let me get your bags for you,” he says, nodding at the backseat of my car.
“Thank you,” he says.
Maybe I should at least pretend I can get it all myself, pretend I’m self-sufficient and independent, but I decided earlier it would be super nice to have someone else take care of me for once.
And not simply because they want to fulfill some fantasy of fucking an omega.
Okay, yeah. Theyarefulfilling a fantasy, but I’m more of a means to an end. They don’t have a fantasy of fucking someone else. They simply dream of being parents.
He hoists both bags over his shoulders and extends the handle on the rolling suitcase before wrapping his free hand around mine.
Guiding me up the stairs, he pushes the door open and waits for me to step through before following me in.
Alex and Desmond are both in the omega quarters when we enter the room. Des is busy lighting a fire, though it’s a little warm outside for that but the crackling sound and warm scent of the burning wood will make the room so cozy.
Alex has set out another tray of food like they’d done earlier, but I’m still not hungry. My nerves have gotten the best of me and are making my stomach do all kinds of somersaults.
As Alex straightens and winks at me, I realize I’m not nervous – I’mexcited.
I’m excited about the prospect of getting to know these alphas better, about being with three alphas who will ensure I’m safe during my most vulnerable time.
Three alphas who are willing to pay me more money than I would ever see in my life simply for the use of my womb.
I mean, I’ve been reluctant to join a pack for years. If all I have to do is let them at least try for a baby, would it really be all that bad?
Even if I do get pregnant, would it really be so bad to make someone’s dream come true? I don’t have to stay in the child’s life. And I don’t have to fully walk away, either. They gave me the choice.
I’m sure they wrote up a contract for this very thing years ago. I would want to read over it and negotiate my own terms, but…
Holy crap. Am I seriously considering this? Am I really considering giving up a year or more of my time for these three alphas?
Think of it more as giving up a year or more for a lifetime of financial security.
First things first, I need to see how they treat me during my cycle. They could end up losing themselves to rut and bonding me to them. Especially sinceItend to losemyshit and beg for a fucking bite.
“One rule during my heat: no teeth,” I blurt while everyone kind of stands around watching me.
“Of course not,” Mason says, his brows puckered as though that should have been obvious.
But more than one alpha has attempted and were only stopped by their betas.
My hope is I’ll be able to come to a concrete decision by the end of the next few weeks.
If, by then, I’m still undecided, I think that alone should be my answer. If, by the end of my heat cycle and their attempt to court me I haven’t decided one way or another, that alone should be my body’s, and the universe’s way of telling me this isn’t a good idea.
