I nod, enjoying myself, despite my cock’s discomfort. I’m perfectly happy making Winter feel good and get over her fear that a knot won’t fit.
If she’s had the foreplay, I’m learning she can do almost anything. The last year hasn’t allowed for much of that unfortunately, but we have all the time in the world to relearn each other's bodies.
We’ve changed, and now we have alphas too.
Together, we push Winter over the edge as she screams, her sounds only muffled as she swallows down Abbott’s cum.
Cassidy and Ansel manage to move just as she collapses on the couch, and I pull her into my arms with a smile.
“Still want to watch that movie?” I tease her.
“I might fall asleep,” she mumbles.
Shiloh and Ansel help get her dressed before Ansel settles her in his arms.
“So sleep,” he shrugs. “A movie sounds good.”
I let them figure out what to watch since we’ve long forgotten the plot of what we were watching, leaving to wash my hands.
I think I could get used to more nights like this. We’re slowly finding our rhythm I think.
As I finish up in the bathroom, I find Abbott waiting for me in the hallway.
“Got a second?” he asks grimly, shaking his phone.
“Ugh, what now?” I ask.
“Winter’s aunt filed a missing persons report,” he sighs, wincing as I punch the wall.
I can’t help it. I fucking hate that woman with every fiber of my being. She just needs to fucking die!
Chapter
Sixteen
WINTER
Instead of havinga nice little post orgasm nap, I’m rushed through a shower to head to a lawyer’s house about my aunt.
“She ruins everything,” I sigh under my breath as we walk up the stairs to the front door. I'm really trying not to pout, but it’s difficult.
“Yes, she does,” Bellamy agrees, holding my hand.
Abbott told me that this house belongs to Pack Mayor, and it’s kind of intimidating. My heart flip flops as the door opens to reveal a silver haired fox with light blue eyes and a grim smile. I’m not sure why we’re here, but I do trust Abbott’s judgment. It’s gotten Bell and I this far.
“I hear we have a bit of a situation,” he says, ushering us inside. “I’m Easton. You must be Winter and Bellamy. It’s nice to see you both looking well.”
I glance at Abbott, confused as to what he means.
“Pack Mayor helped us get the other omegas situated after we disabled The Hug Project,” he explains.
“Is that what we’re calling it now?” a man yells from deeper in the house.
“You know you love us!” Cassidy yells back, making my lips twitch in amusement. “He’s not as grouchy as he seems.”
“He’s really not,” Easton says with a snort. “Lyle is more concerned than anything. We all want to keep you safe.”
“That we do,” Shiloh murmurs, his hand on the small of my back as we walk through the house.
