We all manage to get dressed and make our way back down to our vehicles, but it’s not easy. I’m hurting but in the best way.
Willow and Jude follow us to my place where we all take turns cleaning up, alphas helping the omegas first. When we’re done and wrapped up in big fluffy towels, we sit on the little bench in my bathroom and watch as Atlas cleans Willow. The two of them are all smiles as he’s gentle with her.
“Thanks for sharing your alpha with me,” I tell Jude, smiling as I lean my head against his shoulder.
“Thank you for sharing yours.” He kisses the top of my head before leaning it against mine.
“You all make me feel safe,” I whisper.
“I’m glad,” Jude murmurs. “We would do anything to make you happy, I hope you know that.”
“Yeah,” I sigh. “I’m starting to see that.”
There was this powerful pull between all of us tonight. Not just tonight, but every time I’m in the same room as them.
Each time we’re together, I can’t help wondering what if they're mine. What if they’re my scent match and I’m missing out because of my scent blockers.
I want to go off them, to see if that could be true. But I’m too scared.
Scared to find out they are because that is a big change, a life altering one.
I’m scared if I don’t because I feel like a piece of my heart is missing and I’m the only one to blame for not allowing it to click into place.
And terrified to go off them and find out they’re not my scent matches.
I think that would crush me.
Scent match or not, I know how I feel about Jude and Willow.
I want them. For now, forever. They’re mine and I don’t think I’d ever be able to let them go.
Just like I can’t see my life without Atlas.
I wasn’t looking for a pack, but the perfect one found me.
And I’d be one stupid omega if I let them get away.
Chapter
Thirteen
JUDE
My body is hummingwith happiness as I snuggle with my pack. I thought we were going to be cooked when Atlas and Briar found us. Who would have thought that things could be so fucking perfect?
A large hand squeezes my ass, their thumb sliding over my skin as I moan.
“Good morning, Little Ballerina,” Atlas murmurs, his voice rough with sleep. “I need to make breakfast. Do you eat eggs and waffles?”
“Yes. Mmm. Now I’m hungry,” I admit.
“Don’t get cold. Snuggle with Briar and Willow,” he insists, getting up. I watch in appreciation as his muscles flex and relax as he moves, biting my fist at the sight of his ass. “Please, enjoy the view, baby.”
I blush, knowing I’ve been caught as he snags his boxers and drags them up his thick thighs to hide some of my favorite parts of his body.
Willow comes in closer as Atlas disappears, I raise my arm so Briar can also snuggle against me.
“We’re left all alone. Whatever will we do?” Briar murmurs, opening her beautiful eyes.
