Page 86 of Desperate Omega

Of course, there are differences between them. For example, even though I was something of a problem child, my first father never spanked me. Thorus, on the other hand, has spanked me at least once a day since we have returned to the Central Ruins. The first spanking was a punishment for putting myself in danger by coming to rescue him from that prison.

The rest I asked for.

Literally.

My second father looks different. He’s just as tall and broad as my first father, but his skin is a deep shade of brown, and he wears a dense black beard of tightly coiled hair. He is the most skillful hunter of the three, and he probably did the most to encourage my own interest in hunting.

My third father is the youngest. He has fair skin and flaming red hair. His expression is usually as stern as my first father’s, but in reality he’s just a big pushover. When I was little, he used to let me get away with everything.

As we walk down the street, my fathers and I don’t talk much. There isn’t much that needs to be said. Over the past several days, all three of them have told me about a thousand times that they are glad I made it back to the Central Ruins safe and sound.

I’m glad too.

My fathers were there during the rescue at the prison. I didn’t find out about that until later. If I’d known that at the time, I probably wouldn’t have made so much noise while my mates were sharing me in one of the cells. Then again, I probably wouldn’t have been able to keep quiet if I tried. My heat had progressed so far at that point, I didn’t really care who heard me, and I screamed so loudly, I’m pretty sure everyone within a mile radius heard me—including my fathers.

It makes me blush just thinking about it.

Of course, my fathers and I didn’t discuss any of that afterward, but we did discuss other things. They told me, for example, about how Markus came to the Central Ruins looking for help.

It almost didn’t work. The first alphas Markus encountered outside the city recognized him as a deserter. They tried to capture him so they could bring him before the High Council to face judgment, but he fought them off and made his way to the center of the Ruins, calling for my fathers.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen an alpha run that fast,” my first father told me, “or holler that loud. By the time he reached us, he looked half dead. I think he must have sprinted the whole way from the prison.”

I think that was part of it. I also think our mate-bond was a factor. Being far away from me took a real toll on him. It wasn’t until he was inside me and knotted that the color really came back to his face. After three or four more hard matings, he was back to his old self again.

And I was back to my new self. The one who likes having three alphas inside her at the same time. The one who likes being shared and spanked and knotted.

The one who likes to be dominated.

I blush again. I shouldn’t be thinking about such things while I’m strolling with my fathers. It’s highly inappropriate.

Then, I think about where my fathers are taking me, and my blush deepens.

They know what’s going to happen to me in a few hours. They will not stick around to witness it, thank the Source, but they still know. They went through the same thing with my mother, so many years ago.

Occasionally, as we make our way deeper into the city, passing alphas offer their congratulations to my fathers, grinning and clapping them on the shoulders.

“A proud day for every alpha father,” they say.

My fathers agree.

I don’t know if it’s a proud day for me, though. To be honest, I’m nervous as hell, and more than a little embarrassed… but excited too. All those feelings blend together inside me, until I feel dizzy with anticipation.

And then, just as the golden hour is ending, and evening is setting in, we arrive at our destination.

It is a building that I have walked past many times over the years, but I’ve only been inside it once before, and that was nine years ago. I wasn’t supposed to be there that night. I had to climb up the vines on the side of the building and sneak in through the ventilation system on the roof. Markus was with me that night. He was just a boy then, the runt of his litter.

A lot has changed since then.

That was the last time I went inside the old hotel, and I honestly thought I would never go inside it again, especially not like this.

Tonight, I will undergo the ritual with my three alpha mates. Tonight, our bond will be made complete. Tonight they will strip me naked and share me in front of the Tribe, so that everyone knows to whom I belong.

“Well,” my first father says. “Here we are.”

“Yup,” I say, blushing even harder than before.

My fathers know what’s going to happen to me in there. They won’t be in attendance at the ritual, but they did it once with my mother, and I’m pretty sure they’ve witnessed other rituals too.