Another crazy thing is how at peace I am when it comes to sharing Jess with Asher and Mason. In reality, I know thesealphas about as much as I know Jess, but it’s different with her—or it should be. She’s my mate, my scent match, while they’re just a pair of alphas who should be strangers to me.
But they’re not. It might not be official yet, but they’re pack. I know it in my soul.
I’m never going to hear the end of it at work. Rourke, the cocky lone wolf, found a mate and a pack. At least Pax can’t make fun of me, because he did the same thing.
Like Pax, I never thought I’d actually find my forever. Some alphas live their entire lives alone. We’re more equipped to handle a life like that, although there are some alphas out there who go feral, the ones who lose themselves in a mindless rut. Those alphas get locked up pretty quickly, though. There’s no hiding a feral alpha for long.
Now that I have found my forever? I’m never going to let it go. Jess is mine. Asher and Mason are my packmates. We have not yet begun our forever, but we will soon enough. Everything is going to change for us, but I know one thing’s for sure.
My mom is going to be thrilled and demand to meet Jess and the others right away.
Chapter Twenty-Five – Asher
I was having a dream about being late to class—high school, no less—which is a pretty strange thing, considering it’s been years since I graced the halls of the alpha-beta high school I went to.
Sometimes I have dreams about being in a high school where omegas are mixed in. I hear there are some out there in the country, though I don’t know how they work. In those dreams, I usually see Jess again for the first time in years, and…
Well, I don’t need to get into details. It’s probably obvious where those dreams tend to go.
When Rourke woke me up, it took me a few moments to actually wake up. I was stuck in between this half-awake, half-asleep state until he told me Jess started her heat and that he wore her out. She’s asleep in her room right now.
What a terrible time to have started her heat, in the middle of the night. One of us should’ve slept in her room, just so we were there when it began.
I roll myself out of bed and follow Rourke out of my room. The hallway is dark, but I know where to go, as does Rourke. He’s going to grab my brother and get a few things from the kitchen, which leaves me on temporary Jess duty, a duty I’m more than happy to have.
My bare feet take me down the hall in the dark. Her door must be open, because I can smell her heightened scent immediately, long before I actually step foot inside the heat room. An omega’s scent becomes downright irresistible to alphas when they’re in the middle of their heat, and Jess is no different.
Oh, that sugary, peppermint scent is enough to send me tumbling over the edge. It instantly hardens my cock and makes it hard to continue walking down the hall.
I make it to her room and find the lamp next to the bed is on, illuminating the room in a dull yellow hue. Jess lays, fast asleep, in the middle of her nest on the floor, completely naked. Shadows dance across her skin, and her chest rises and falls with even, relaxed breaths—that would change the moment she woke up, but for now, she can get her rest.
I tiptoe into the room, slowly sit down on the edge of the nest. I don’t dare get too close to her, fearing I’d wake her up. She’ll get to the point where only pure exhaustion could make her sleep, so the last thing I want to do is wake her now. Every bit of sleep will help her through this.
I draw my knees up to my chest and hold them there with my arms as I continue to gaze upon her sleeping figure. My eyes trail along her bare body, taking in every curve, every inch. It’s impossible not to stare; she’s gorgeous, the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen in my life.
Is it crazy to think that I’m falling in love with her? Probably, huh? We just reconciled. We lost so many years together. Yet… yet it feels as if we haven’t skipped a single day, like she’s finally come home to me.
I’m definitely falling for her. To try to say I’m not would be to lie, and I will never lie about anything ever again. I won’t be needlessly cruel or ignore her. I will be the man I should’ve been back then.
I don’t know how long I sit there, watching her, before Rourke and Mason join us in the room. Their hands are full with water bottles, sports drinks, and individually-packaged protein bars. All things necessary to keep up hydration and get her through this. If I have time to go make a full meal, I’d gladly do it, but I don’t know how she’s going to be once she wakes up.
Only time will tell.
I meet my brother’s stare for only a few seconds before he sits down next to me. He puts everything down carefully, not makingmuch noise at all. Soon, though, his eyes move to Jess, and he does what I did when I first came in: he can’t take his eyes off her.
Rourke moves to sit on Jess’s other side, keeping the stash of food and drinks he brought on his side. The alpha sure has a lot of tattoos; before tonight I never knew just how many he has. I knew his arms were loaded with them, but his chest and back are, too.
I wonder if I should be jealous that Rourke was with her, but that thought dies pretty quickly. How could I be jealous when we’re going to be a pack? Sharing Jess, sharing everything, is what we’re going to do on a daily basis.
Heck, it already feels as if we’re a pack. It might not be official where the paperwork is concerned, but the feeling is definitely there.
For a while, we sit and wait. No one speaks because no one wants to wake Jess up from her slumber. I don’t know what’s going to happen once she does, who she’ll want, but I mentally remind myself that it doesn’t matter who she wants first. We’ll all be needed in one way or another.
Sunlight eventually streams through the window on the far side of the room, telling us the outside world is waking up. My cock is still rock hard; with her scent thick in the air, there’s no way it’ll lessen in its hardness until it’s beyond spent. I don’t need to look at Mason’s crotch to know he’s sporting wood, too. And Rourke? With how tented those boxers are, it’s impossible to not see the imprint of his dick on the fabric.
My stomach starts to rumble, and I decide, while we wait for Jess to wake, it might be smart to eat an actual breakfast. I mouth to the guys that I’m going to make some eggs, and then I get up to go do that. Soon enough I’m carrying four plates up—takes a bit of balancing, but I manage.
I offer my brother one first, then Rourke, and I keep Jess’s plate by my side in case she wakes up and wants some scrambled eggs for herself.
