“No fucking way!” Grim laughs. “If it isn’t the one and only Princess. Where the hell have you been?”
His voice is deep, soothing, and does the same thing to me every time I hear it. I bite my lip and clench my thighs together.Fuck, I missed his voice.
“Thought you forgot about little ol’ us,” Waffle teases. “You’re breaking our hearts, sweet stuff.”
His voice affects me just as much as Grim’s. Slick gushes free, and it takes me a moment before I’m able to speak.
“Sorry,” I rasp before clearing my throat. “Life has been crazy. But good news! You’re going to be getting a lot more PastelPrincess. You know, if you’ll have me back.”
“Have you back?” Grim snorts. “Babe, you’re stuck with us for life. We’d never let you go.”
My heart cracks at his words, tears stinging my eyes. They bring me both joy and sorrow.
Have you ever fallen in love with someone you can’t have?
Well, I have. With three people to be exact.
Three boys I met online years ago, the people who quickly became my safe place, my chosen family. Twelve years later, and we’re still in one another's lives.
“Thanks, guys.” I smile, eyes blurry with tears. “You have no idea how much I needed to hear that.”
“Wanna talk about it?” Grim asks, sounding more serious.
“Nah.” I laugh it off. “I’d much rather play.”
My heart jumps again when I see Death’s gamer tag pop up. All three of my men.
No. They’re not my men, but fuck, I wish they were.
If I had it my way, these three would be my pack. My Alphas.
Only this is reality, and they only exist online.
Even after all these years, we’ve never exchanged real names or any personal details that could give us away, keeping up the illusion of our online personas. A safe place to be whoever we want, without the worries of judgment that would come with the real world.
“Death, my man!” Waffle cheers. “Look who’s back.”
I watch as Death clicks off his mic and typesHi, Princess. Welcome back. Ready to play?in the chat.
A smile slips over my lips. Maybe moving back won’t be all that bad. “Yeah,” I whisper. “I’m ready.”
Chapter 2
Addison
In the past week that I’ve been home, I’ve hardly left my room. With an ensuite bathroom and a mini fridge, I didn’t really need to.
My days mostly consist of sleeping and gaming.
Unfortunately, my friends are hardly online. Apart from the first night I was back, I haven't really gotten the chance to play with or speak to them. They pop in to talk in the chat for a few minutes, but all three of them seem to have very busy lives. They say it’s because of work, and I’ve been tempted to ask what they do for work, but that would step over the line of our online personas into our personal lives.
The only things we really know about each other are our ages, designations, and the country we live in. We’re all in the US.
The first few days home, I started to spiral with so much free time on my hands.
I’ve built my nest, rearranged my whole room, read five books, and beat a whole new game.
After spending hours searching online for jobs, I came up empty-handed. Either I don’t have enough job experience, don’t qualify, or they’ve filled the position.
