“Yes. Please,” she begged.
That was enough for me. I unbuttoned her shorts and immediately dove my hand into her wet heat. My breathing sped up as I worked her clit, circling it with steady pressure the way she liked. The scooter wobbled slightly, and I grabbed the handle but didn’t stop my movements. I revved the engine as we climbed up a hill. Westin cried out right as we reached the top, soaking my hand as she came. I plunged two fingers inside her, needing to be surrounded by her heat, my cock iron as it pressed against her back.
“Good girl,” I said. “Such a good job coming for your alpha.”
“I do my best,” she gasped, making me chuckle.
I kept my fingers inside her most of the way back, only reluctantly pulling them out when we got on a busier road. Way too soon we were pulling up to our house.
Westin bounced as I helped her off the scooter and pulled off her helmet. Her eyes were fucking sparkling, her hair beautifully messy. “We don’t have to return it right away, do we?” She stroked her hand down the side of the scooter and my cock jerked, wishing it wasmeshe was stroking.
I ran my fingers through my hair after I took off my helmet. “We have it tomorrow, too.”
Westin entwined her fingers with mine as we walked up the path to our rental. “I can’t wait to show the guys my driving skills. And when we get back, I can totally drive your bike.”
I pulled her close and she laughed as she stumbled into my chest. I grinned as I ran my hands down her back until I cupped her ass.
“Not a fucking chance, baby.”
113
WESTIN
We spent the next morning riding around town on the Vespa. I finally convinced Gray to get on the back while I drove. The entire ride, he didn’t stop cursing or holding onto me like we were seconds away from crashing, and I didn’t stop laughing.
After giving all my guys heart attacks, we headed back to our rental house, content to doze through the heat of the day. Bear had been flipping through a motorcycle magazine beside me on the couch, but eventually put it aside so he could lie down. My heart almost melted when he put his head in my lap. I ran my fingers absentmindedly through his hair as I scrolled social media on my phone.
A text notification popped up and I clicked on it, not recognizing the number.
Unknown Number
They thought they could sell you, but they can’t sell what wasn’t theirs to begin with.
I frowned. What did that mean? My phone pinged again with a notification from my bank. I logged into my account, whichnow showed a balance with seven zeros behind it. My heart started racing and I felt sweaty.
“No fucking way,” Gray said, staring at his laptop. His wide eyes met mine. “Come see this, princess.”
Bear growled, wrapping his arms around me to keep me seated. I leaned down and kissed his temple before gently moving him off my lap. I felt like I was in a trance when I rounded the coffee table to Gray’s side.
He gripped my hand as I leaned down to read the headline he was pointing at.
Pack Cross and Pack Matthews subjects of latest vigilante exposé.
“Oh my god,” I said. I held my phone out in a trembling hand, showing him my bank statement.
“Fuck.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me onto his lap.
My other guys gathered around, and silence fell as we read the beginning of the article.
“The latest anti-alpha exposé reveals Alex, Sean, and Rupert of Pack Matthews and Clarence and Don of Pack Cross formed a business partnership to illegally manufacture omestrogen for the Black Market. So far, no pharmaceutical companies have managed to produce a biologically viable form of omestrogen, which could have uses as a medical treatment for omegas with low levels of the hormone. However, some have theorized that the drug could be used to turn betas into omegas. Legitimate medical professionals have long abandoned this line of scientific inquiry, but the theory has kept its allure for some. This latest installment in a series of prominent alpha exposés, featuring its signatureflower petal on the cover page, details how Pack Matthews and Pack Cross entered into a business agreement, which included Pack Matthews selling their omega niece to Pack Cross. As of this morning, both alpha packs had their bank accounts seized and emptied. Government officials in Luna are trying to trace the hack, but no one knows where the funds ended up.”
“Motherfuckers,” Bear burst out as he finished reading.
“You’re okay,” Gray soothed, and I realized I was shaking.
I thought I’d already worked through my feelings about my uncles, but seeing it written down made me sick to my stomach. I lifted my phone so the rest of my guys could see my bank account.
“Fuck. Is that all their money?” Bear asked.
