I wince, but I also understand that Bram has been digging the knife deeper and deeper into Max’s side. He’s bound to fight back eventually.
“Yet.My bond mark isn’t on heryet. Because she chose me. She wanted me for me. Maybe you should reflect on why she wants you,” Bram says, and I can’t help but to grimace.
I don’t know if it's the lack of sleep or insecurity, but it makes Max snap as he pushes Bram’s shoulders.
Fuck.
These guys fight all the time for a living, and it shows as Bram pulls back and punches Max in the face. The two Alphas are a swarm of limbs and grunts. I’m not even going to mention how ridiculously hot it also is because it’s so fucked. But Bram is in tight black boxers, and Max’s giant cock is just flapping in the wind while they fight. I’m only a red-blooded male; I can’t control the striking visuals.
When I turn to Sloane, tears are running down her face as she watches the two men she cares for fight over her.
It honestly brings back memories of when I was fighting over her, but this is completely different.
I cup her face as the two men wrestle on the floor. It’s truly pathetic.
“Do you want me to try and stop them? Or do you want me to take you away so you don’t have to see it?” I ask her.
She glances down at the Alphas and back up at me. It doesn’t hurt my ego when she sighs, knowing that both of the men are much larger than me.
“I’ll break up this little fight, and then we’ll take a bath together, alright?”
Tears are staining her cheeks as she nods her head and walks into a corner where she sits on the floor and wraps her arms around her legs. She rocks back and forth and eventually uses her hands to cover her ears to distract from the two Alphas fighting.
With her ears covered, I put two fingers in my mouth and whistle as loudly as I possibly can, getting both of their attention.
They’re both breathing heavily, and it’s clear they will both be walking away from this fight with bruises.
“Look at what you two are doing,” I say, directing my hand over to Sloane. “She’s crying and scared. One of you needs to get dressed and take a walk. If you can’t figure out how to be in here together, we will have to do a rotation where one of you leaves.”
They both grumble, and I cut that shit out immediately.
“You're both her Alphas. She cares for both of you. Grow the fuck up. Look at her,” I say with emphasis again.
Both of their faces fall when they see what their little outburst is doing to her.
“Sloane, baby,” Max says.
“Little Omega, come here,” Bram says.
“No. No little Omega for either of you. She’s mine until you two figure out your shit. We’re not doing this again. So either one of you cools off and leaves, or you figure out your differences so we can get through Sloane’s heat semi peacefully.”
I turn away from their dumbstruck faces and hunch down to where Sloane is in the corner. I pull her hands away from her ears and gently tip her chin so that she’s looking at me.
“Hey, sweetheart. They aren’t going to fight anymore.”
She glances behind me and glares at the Alphas; I hope they both feel shame with the way she’s glaring at them.
“Come take a bath with me?”
She scrunches her nose at the idea, and I trail my hands down her arms.
“Warm water would feel so good on your muscles. I’ll take care of you. Your Alphas are going to work on their behavior problems,” I promise, and she eventually concedes, letting me carry her bridal style over to the bathroom.
“Oh, and one of you put the stew in the crockpot,” I say, not even glancing at the two men before shutting and locking the door.
I set her down on the counter before turning on the faucet of the tub and closing the drain.
“We’re going to need a bigger place for your next heat. This small apartment can’t hold both of their egos,” I tell her, dropping some bubbles and shit into the tub.
