“I’m not a diplomat. I’m your mate.” I stop and turn her to face me. “And I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks as long as you’re happy.”
Through the bond, I feel her emotions: joy, love. So much fucking love.
“I am happy,” she whispers. “For the first time in… I don’t even know how long. I’m actually happy.”
“Good.” I kiss her, deep and claiming, right there in the hallway where anyone can see. “That’s all that matters.”
When we finally make it back to the chambers, I can smell her arousal. Our omega needs her alphas again.
“On the bed, omega,” I command.
“Callum…”
“Now.”
She goes, her omega responding to her alpha’s command. Arkan and Baylin are already stripping, already hard.
“Spread your legs,” I tell her as I remove my clothes. “Show us that pretty cunt.”
She does, and fuck, she’s dripping. Fucking drenched with slick, ready for us.
“Please,” she whimpers.
“Please, what?” I climb on the bed, settling between her glorious thighs.
“Please knot me. Fill me. I need…”
“We know what you need, little one.” I slide inside her in one thrust and she cries out. “Your alphas always know what you need.”
I fuck her slowly, thoroughly, while Baylin and Arkan touch and kiss every inch of her they can reach. After, Arkan takes my place. Then Baylin.
We keep her full and claimed, and satisfied for hours…
Later, when we’re all tangled together in our massive bed, sated and fucked out, Hilda says quietly, “Thank you.”
“For what?” I ask running my nose along the side of her lovely face.
“For claiming me. For showing me I didn’t have to be alone.” She traces the scars on my chest. “For giving me this. A pack. A family. Home.”
“You’re ours,” I reply simply. “That’s all the thanks we need.”
Nine
Hilda
Two weeks have passed since my wolves shattered the mirror, and I’m still getting used to the changes.
Not just in me…though those are significant. I’m softer, quicker to smile, slower to anger. The constant loneliness that used to eat at me is gone, replaced by three golden bonds that hum constantly in my chest.
But the castle has changed too.
My wolves have claimed it as thoroughly as they claimed me. Baylin prowls the halls in wolf form half the time, terrifying guards and delighting in it. Arkan has taken over organizing all safety matters, reorganizing everything to his exacting standards. And Callum… Callum guards me. He just follows me everywhere, like he can’t stand to be more than a few feet away from his omega.
The court has adjusted. Mostly they’ve learned that their queen is different now, and that’s not a bad thing.
I’m in the throne room reviewing trade agreements when the commotion starts.
“Your Majesty!” A guard bursts in, looking a bit too excited. “There’s a prince at the gates, requesting an audience.”
