“You’ve gotta tell me what’s going through that pretty head of yours, Sugar. I can’t read minds. Do you want me to leave?”
“No!” I insist, pushing myself up and staring at him with wide, panicked eyes. “Please don’t leave!’
“Then what’s wrong?” He asks softly. “Something is obviously not right here.”
Rowan belongs in my nest. I want him here. But my nest is still missing something.
Three somethings.
Or rather, threesomeones.
“I don’t—I don’t know how to say it.” I worry my bottom lip between my teeth as I avert my gaze. He’s looking at me far too intensely. Like he’s reading my mind.
He reaches out and gently tugs my bottom lip from between my teeth with his thumb.
“It’s okay, I won’t judge you. This is a safe space.”
“I think... I want more than just you in my nest,” I whisper.
He nods slowly, understanding dawning on his face.
“I assume you mean the alpha fighters, right? Anyone in particular? You and Griffin seem to have been getting along pretty well.”
“All—all of them,” I mumble.
Rowan’s expression shifts into something unreadable, making panic flare low in my belly.
“Is that weird? That’s weird. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have even mentioned it.”
“It’s not weird, Sugar,” he says slowly. Like he’s trying to pick his words carefully. “Lots of omegas have a pack of alphas.”
A pack.
I’ve heard whispers back at the facility about omegas who had an entire group of alphas, but it wasn’t until I met Reyna that I actually met an omega with a pack.
She said she had been kidnapped and was being held against her will and that she had an entire pack waiting for her. The handlers told me to expect her to be confused. That she wouldn’t know what she was talking about as she adjusted to the facility.
But I saw her bite marks. She wasn’t lying.
I want bite marks.
“I—I like them,” I say, burying my face in Rowan’s shirt to hide my face, flushed hot with embarrassment. “Isn’t it wrong to like all of them when there’s only one of me?”
Rowan’s hands flex against my waist as he takes a shaky inhale.
“Nah, I don’t think so. I think them being... drugged and feral makes things more complicated. But if this were a different place, and you all met normally, I don’t think there’d be any issues with the four of you forming a pack.”
A crease forms between my brows as I push myself up.
Thefourof us? But I like Rowan too. If I had my way, it would be the five of us together as a pack, just like we’re a team here.
“Do packs... do they have betas?” I ask.
He blinks at me, his hand coming up to cup my cheek.
“I—I really hope that’s allowed,” I say, nuzzling my face into his hand. “’Cause I like you too, Rowan.”
The words sound childish as I say them. I wish I knew a better way to explain my emotions. But it’s already hard enough to admit what I have so far. Sharing the way I feel about this is scary.
