The lad dunks the ball, and it goes flying.
I catch it with my foot, bending down to pick it up.
Lukas hits my shins, and if I were less stable, he might have made me wobble. He’s a solid kid.
“Good job. Here’s your ball.” I hold it out for him, swiping my other hand through his messy blond hair.
“Thanks, Mal! I love my new toys.” He tilts his head, giving me a cheesy smile and runs back over to jump into the ball pitwiththe basketball tucked under his arm.
I chuckle, running my palm over my face. He’s a mess, but he’s also cute as hell while he’s running us all ragged.
“I’d say all three of you are in deeper than you’d like to admit.” Miriam glances up from the book she’s reading, and a smile tips her lips. “I knew I only had to be patient, and it would happen one day.”
“No one likes a know-it-all,” I mutter, watching Lukas chuck the balls from the pit at the basketball hoop. “You gonna let him get away with that?” She would have gotten on to all of us with threats of a wooden spoon if we’d made that kind of mess back in the day. Then again, it’s probably a good thing that she’s gotten softer in her old age.
“I’ll walk him through how to pick them up once he’s done playing,” she says, flipping her page. “A little mess isn’t going to hurt anyone without your fathers around to yell about it.”
Sometimes I wonder if the three of us have dissociated so hard that none of us really remember what it was like to live with them when we were younger. Granted, I was away more than I was here for years, but I always remember my fathers being lighthearted. A lot of laughing and jokes. Maybe they put on an act in front of the three of us.
“Do you plan to stay down here procrastinating?” Miriam asks, drawing me out of my thoughts. “Or are you going to go upstairs and help take care of your omega?”
The latter sounds more appealing by a mile.
If I had guessed what I expected to find when following my nose to the pack bedroom, I would have gotten it wrong. Cormac and Charlotte both lie on the end of the bed with their legs hanging off.
They’re also both nude.
Charlotte is mostly on her back, with her top half twisted toward Cormac as they kiss. Her bottom half is flat to the bed with her right leg tossed over Patrick’s shoulder, and his face buried in her cunt.
The door closes softly behind me, and I palm the bag with Charlotte’s prescription. Based on the scent of her perfume, it’s clear she’ll go into full-blown heat without it. There’s also no way I could hide it. She’d ask for it, and it would also be a shitty thing to do.
My instincts won’t shut the fuck up about biting and breeding her, and that’s why being an alpha is a pain in the ass. I would never prevent her from accessing her suppressants. That thought came solely from the decay.
Fuck me.
The urge to claim her so she can never get away is almost too strong, and the fact my canines ache isn’t any better of a sign. I should hand off her prescription to Cormac—since Patrick is clearly otherwise engaged—and get the hell out of here before I do something I can’t take back.
Charlotte begs against Cormac’s lips, the sound coming out mostly incoherent to my ears. Her pheromones burst in the air, along with the smell of her pussy.
My back falls against the door as I watch Patrick fingerfuck her through her orgasm. Her hand cradles Cormac’s cheek, and her tits bounce as she pulls back, writhing around the mattress.
The edges of my vision go hazy, like they do when the fog starts creeping in.
I shake my head, trying to force away the haze, but a dangerous growl rattles out of my chest. Thoughts of murdering my brothers so I can have Charlotte to myself filter through my addled mind, and I stretch a hand back, feeling around for the door handle.
I need to get out of hereright fucking now.
Only, Charlotte gasps as her hazy eyes meet mine.
“Malachy.” A smile takes over her face, and she pulls her hand from Patrick’s hair, reaching it out to me.
Ahh, fuck.
This is so bad.
I couldn’t deny her anything.
“I’ve got your pills,” I say, shaking the bag.
