With their subtle movements, another release rips through my body, and I shake with tremors.
They rock me until there’s barely space inside me for their knots.
Ryland continues the soothing touches, and Rowan purrs for me, his vibrations quieting the chaos in my heart.
I breathe both of them in slowly and close my eyes, relaxing against Rowan’s chest.
The guilt I normally carry doesn’t linger this time.
My mind is quiet.
“You look different,”Maeve announces the next day.
“Huh?” I wrinkle my nose while I clean up one of the litter boxes. There are seven crates left to do, and it’s my least favorite chore.
Sweet Maeve offered to help, but I can’t stop feeling her watching me.
“You’re glowing.”
“I’m scooping cat poop, Maeve.”
“No, like everything inside you is lighter.”
I feel different, as well.
After our…activitiesyesterday, I woke up surrounded by blankets and pillows on the Alphas’ living room couch. I had passed out with them inside me, and when I finally came to, I was met with two sets of anxious eyes.
Ryland and Rowan had worried what we had done was too much for me at once, especially after my emotional reaction.
After giving them many reassurances, I stayed wrapped in the blankets, cozy and warm, while we continued playing video games.
It was the most fun I’ve had in ages.
Fun.
I forgot what it was like to have fun without shadows of shame lingering over me.
Is this how Piper feels, now? Liberated from her constant doubts now that she has a pack that supports her?
Maybe this is how life is supposed to be.
I toss the small baggie into the trash and do a quick mental scan of my body.
“Iamlighter,” I murmur in surprise.
I didn’t know how much emotional weight I was carrying inside me.
Wow.
“Looks like all it took was a good dicking down,” Maeve chuckles.
I shoot her a dirty look. “That isnotwhat happened.”
But my cheeks burn, and I know my flush has given me away.
“Who got dicked down?” Piper asks, armed with a giant bag of cat litter.
“No one,” I snap, and Piper pauses to look at me.
