“Heat Sloane would have loved that comment,” he jokes, and I laugh before grabbing his jaw and kissing him harder.
“Then you’re perfect too,” I whisper against his lips.
“I want everything with you,” he says as he shifts his hips, fucking me from below.
My hands are clasped behind his head as I search his pretty blue eyes.
“Everything, baby,” he repeats.
It has me sliding down, taking his knot and moaning out my orgasm. His release follows as he ruts me from below.
I rest my head against his shoulder, and he pets my hair. A feeling of contentment ripples through me, and I know that I’ll do anything to help Max fit into the pack.
“Don’t listen to any of those articles,” I tell him.
“I was going to say the same to you.”
“They don’t know us, they don’t know you. That’s not who you are anymore,” I tell him.
He holds me tighter, not saying anything for a long moment before mumbling into my hair.
“Thank you for always believing in me.”
I well up with some tears but shove them down.
“That’s what a pack does,” I say, and I mean it.
Because we will get through this. We will be okay.
CHAPTER 34
It’s been a few weeks of living at Bram’s house and trying to find an everyday normal. There’s finally a lull in the guys’ schedule, and we find our asses perched on a soft, cream-colored sofa at a therapist’s office.
I sit next to Max while Sloane sits between me and Bram.
Things have been… tense, to say the least.
Bram is trying to control his temper and not be a possessive asshole when it comes to me and Sloane. While Max salivates for time with us while trying to not step on Bram’s toes.
Not to mention the amount of press coverage that’s been going around. None of us have made a public statement, which may have made things worse. Sloane and Max’s character are a constant thing that the press seems to be targeting and neither of them have been taking it well.
It’s honestly a hot mess, and it’s clear the stress is getting to Sloane.
Nilsen has taken the least amount of heat in the press, but it’s clear he wants to strangle every single news report or online thread that calls Sloane a succubus or Yoko Ono. It doesn’t help that the Foxes defense has been playing like shit, so everyone is blaming Sloane for making Max and Bram’s relationship worse.
She bites her nails, and I tug her hand away and give it a tight squeeze. As strong as she is, there’s only so much someone can take. The only good thing is that Max and Bram have been more irritated with the online slander than they have been with each other.
“Welcome, I’m Dr. Mahdoni, I’ve read each of your questionnaires I had you fill out prior to our session, and if it’s okay with you, I’d like to just jump right in.”
“Please,” Sloane says while Bram and Max both shift in their seats.
The doctor smiles, and something in her expression has me hopeful that she can help us.
“It’s not uncommon for Alphas to fight for dominance in packs, especially packs that have been formed around an Omega. When Alphas form a pack and then find their Omega, there’s a lot more cohesion and a hierarchy in place. It’s evident to me that the hierarchy of this pack has not been set and therefore why you’re having issues.”
“It could also be that Bram hated me well before Sloane and I realized we were scent matches,” Max says, and I want to wince, but I don’t. The whole reason we’re here is to work through our shit.
“Let’s talk about it, Bram,” the doctor suggests.
