This is just the beginning.
As I drift to sleep, I smile to myself, knowing there are two more Alphas that are waiting to knot me.
23
RYLAND
I’mrock hard when my brother and I enter the packhouse with our bags of supplies.
We already had everything Blair could need during her Heat—but extra pillows and more nesting blankets couldn’t hurt.
Neither could her favorite snacks and extra soft, cozy sleep clothes for her to lounge in.
I never thought I could be turned on at buying a goddamn chocolate bar, but spoiling Blair makes my cock ache in my pants.
Especially now that I know how her pussy feels when it’s squeezing my and my brother’s knots.
Damn Travis for sending us away.
Damn my pack leader for taking her first during her Heat.
The entire packhouse smells like violets and sugar when we walk in, and Rowan and I groan in unison.
“I’m not going to last,” Rowan growls, dropping his bags on the kitchen counter. “Need her, now.”
The walk to Blair’s bedroom seems like ages when it’s mere seconds. Travis is in the hallway, set up in the armchair he moved there, guarding the room.
He looks feral, and his eyes flash with rage when he sees us, but it’s quickly replaced by recognition.
No one will get near Blair except for her scent matches.
“She’s ready,” he says, nodding to us. “She wants both of you at the same time. She needs to come at least three times.”
With the orders he gives us, Rowan growls in agreement. “Atleast.”
“The kittens are in my office with all their supplies. It’s just her in the bedroom. Go to her.”
Then, moving past our pack leader, I swing open the door, and my brother and I enter her room.
The sight is beautiful.
Blair is surrounded by a mountain of blankets, lying naked in the middle of the bed. Pillows caress her body, and her hair fans like a golden halo around her head.
When she sits up, she’s smiling. Her eyes are a little glassy, but her gaze is intense with need.
And thatscent.
The air is as thick as honey as I approach the bed, my Alpha stirring to life and ready to take care of her however I can.
I’m memorized by her beauty.
Her skin is glowing, and she looks like a goddess.
I’m staring at the woman who wasmadefor me, who speaks to my soul in a way no one else can.
“Alphas,” she whispers, and an involuntary growl sounds in my throat.
“Yes,” I soothe her, standing at the foot of the bed. Rowan is beside me, his breathing ragged.
