Fuck, I hope not.
At some point, I think I doze off, because the next thing I know, Christian’s knot is slipping into Luna’s cunt as his teeth pierce the skin of her tit.
Knight wails as Ven forces his knot into his ass, and I smile.
The alphas have the omegas—I can rest for now that we’re all bonded as a pack.
Because based on the way Luna and Knight are behaving, I think they’re both slipping into heat as we speak. I can’t help take care of them if I’m exhausted, can I?
With that thought, I allow sleep to swallow me up.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Mack
We’re finally back in Widow’s Peak after an unexpected two weeks away.
Luna and Knight’s first joint heat lasted a little longer than expected, but no one will hear me complaining.
Not just because I got to spend all that time fucking my pack, but because it helped to strengthen our bonds—even with Christian.
We still have a lot to learn about our pack brother, but he really is the last piece our pack was missing.
The guys and I had been worried when it came time to tell our dads we weren’t going to stay in Orlando. That our home was in Widows Peak at Luna’s side.
They surprised us when they just laughed, saying they already knew we wouldn’t be sticking around. It was Ven’s dad, Picasso, who suggested a Widows Peak chapter of Sinner’s Pride.
Luna made us wait until after she talked to the widows before we could agree. Luckily, since they know us now, no one seems to mind the idea of Widows Peak having an MC of its own.
“Just another line of defense between the world outside town and those we protect,” Sylas declared over the phone, and I like the sound of it just as much now as I did then.
I’d love to spend the night surrounded by my pack, that’s just not in the cards for us.
Luna’s friends and their packs were waiting for us when we made it to her house a few hours ago, surprising us with a party to celebrate both our bonding and the death of Luna’s brother.
I chuckle as my eyes catch on one of the handmade signs again.
Congrats on the death of your dickwad brother! The world is a better place with him in the ground.
I have no idea who made it, but we all had a good laugh about it.
“What are you doing sitting over here by yourself?” Christian asks, offering me a beer as he takes the stool at my side.
I take the beer with a nod of thanks. “Hiding.”
“Not much for crowds?”
I shake my head. “I don’t mind the crowds. It’s all the talking people expect you to do. If I brood in the corner, most of them will leave me alone.”
“In that case, I’ll leave you to it.”
“No. Not you.” I stop him with a hand on his arm. “You’re pack, Christian. I never have a problem talking with you. It’s all these other weirdos I’m avoiding.”
He chuckles. “I’m not sure how Luna would feel about you calling her sisters weirdos.”
“I’m not talking about the omegas.” I scoff. “It’s their packs. The worst part is it’s only going to get worse from here. We have an entire lifetime of parties with them.”
“That probably means you should learn how to talk to them.”
