Everyone caught up in the web of Project Halcyon and the collar development has suffered enough.
Dozens of omegas are still in hiding because it’s unsafe to return them to their families. But while many are scared, more of them are angry. They want to fight back against the evil forces that imprisoned and exploited them.
So many of them were denied a magical education, and with academies the world over refusing entry to omega students, there are few paths open to them. But, luckily enough, there’s a brilliant alpha with a passion and skill for teaching magic, who’s recently lost his job.
Ian is willing to teach any omega who wants to learn how to cast and how to defend herself. But he won’t be alone. I may still be mastering my own affinity, but I know what it’s like to be an omega afraid of her own powers. Together, Ian and I will help these young women harness their magic and their affinities.
It won’t be without challenges and risks, but these women deserve to take back the power that was stolen from them. That many could never claim in the first place.
And Saints know the resistance needs every capable mage it can find, now that the Soldiers have made their boldest move yet.
But like Ian said, these are all problems for another day.
* * *
We stayat the hospital with Cassian’s family until the first symptoms of my approaching heat set in, and then retreat to the peace of the pack house. My bite has healed, and my bruises are nothing more than smudges beneath my skin by now, but that doesn’t stop my men from babying me.
The moment my womb flares with the first cramp of my heat, Luca is at my side with cocoa and a hot water bottle, and when I grouch and stomp around my nest, Simon is there with flannels, button-up shirts and blankets to help me arrange my nest. Cassian coaxes me to eat, knowing I’ll have no appetite once I’m deep into my heat, and even makes me pancakes at two in the morning, which I eat in a hot bath Ian draws for me while bawling my eyes out.
My fever spikes as I finally step out of the bath, and I go right into Simon and Cassian’s arms. Cassian brushes his lips over the bite he left on my neck and then I’m gone, lost in the haze of my heat and to the bliss of my men’s hands on my body.
Now that I’m mated to my three alphas, my heat is more intense than ever. We feel each other on a level we’ve never felt each other before, and they give me everything I need.
Simon dries my hair with a quick spell, and Cassian sets me down gently amidst my blankets and pillows, guiding me onto my back and easing my thighs open.
He groans when he sees that I’m already glistening for them, his hard length tenting the front of his sweatpants.
“Dibs,” Luca says, stroking himself through his jeans.
“You can’t call dibs on my pussy,” I protest, but when my tattooed alpha settles between my thighs, pulls my legs up over his shoulders and sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking the bud with his devilish tongue piercing, I decide I am absolutely okay with it.
“Second dibs,” Ian adds.
“There’s no such thing as second dibs,” Simon mutters, dropping to his knees and sucking one of my nipples between his teeth.
Ian claims my mouth in a hungry kiss, and I succumb to the stroke of his tongue against mine, whining into his kiss.
Luca thrusts two tattooed fingers into my wet cunt and my hips come up off the mattress of my nest, chasing his hand, desperate for his touch.
For now, Cassian, my first mate, seems content to watch, a small, serene smile on his face.
Because he wanted this for me.
A pack who spoils and cherishes me and apparently calls dibs on licking me until I’m panting and begging.
“Give her a third finger,” Ian says, and I feel Luca smile against my folds as he does as my other alpha says.
Fuck, the stretch is perfect, and with just two thrusts I tumble into the first orgasm of my heat.
Luca draws back and Ian rolls me onto my belly before helping me to my knees. I immediately drop to my forearms, burying my face in the blankets, and Cassian lets out a curse.
“Fuck, Junes. You look so beautiful giving yourself over to your alphas.”
I smile dreamily at him as Ian plunges two fingers into my cunt, soaking his fingers in my slick before teasing them over my asshole.
I can’t see them from my vantage point, but I imagine Ian and Luca share a devious grin as Luca thrusts his fingers back into my cunt, stroking against my estrus gland as Ian works one finger and then another into my ass. They fill me, touching and teasing and, saints, I can feel where their fingers meet inside me.
Every pump of Ian’s fingers teases my estrus gland from the back while Luca strokes it from the front, and I wail, rocking my hips desperately as I beg for their knots—forbothof their knots.
