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I’ll help them strive for the best and ensure a better future for not only omegas in our territory but also for betas. And who knows? Maybe we can start a revolution and bring equality across Saint Vista. Maybe even some of the other regions like Calico Proper, now that we have proven to the Platinum Shores Pack that we’re not to be messed with.
Wilder moans, his body pulsing as he prepares to come. I arch my back, stroking my fingers over my nipples through my shirt until I reach for the hem and lift it up, exposing my breast to him. The sight alone gets him off, and he grunts with his orgasm. He thrusts deep, his body tensing, his finger continuing to work over my clit until I come again, my orgasm matching his. I scream out with my pleasure, reaching for him, pulling him on top of me so I can feel the weight of his body. So, I can taste his skin and bury my face in his throat to leave a mark on his neck with my teeth. I won’t let him leave otherwise. I need the world to know that I’m his queen. I’m his omega. His mate.
“Fuck, Kinsey. I love you. I love you so damn much. It pains me to even consider leaving, but it is my duty. All this bullshit will come to an end soon. And when it does, I’m going to never let you leave the bed. We’re going to survive on pleasure and bliss.” Wilder crashes his lips to mine as if he can’t get enough, and I glide my tongue across his, moaning as he slides from my body.
“Then hurry back. I want that. So desperately. More than you know.” Wilder lifts me up and carries me to the bathroom, taking me into the shower even though this is Enzo’s suite. Usually, he’d never fuck me in one of his brothers’ rooms without them around, but with Enzo’s permission, he takes advantage of it. I’ll make sure to leave my scent over his, smearing away his subtle claim of dominance. I’ll make sure to change the sheets as well.
A knock sounds on the bathroom door. “All right, asshole. I know you’re done. Let’s get this over with.”
Enzo enters the bathroom and gives us a once-over. Arsenio stands behind him, drinking me in, the lust clear on his face. The two of them don’t give us space, and Enzo grabs a towel and holds it open for Wilder to let me in. Arsenio takes over to dry me off, and I kiss the two of them. I wanted nothing more than for all of us to be together.
“Come on, sugar. Let’s go back to my suite. We have to pick out some formal wear. Go over the menu. Do a couple other bullshit things.” Arsenio takes the shirt off his back and pulls it over me as if he can’t resist. I don’t argue, and neither do his brothers.
“This is real, isn’t it?” My heart picks up pace at the thought. I’m afraid, and not of being declared as their omega or the fact that they have officially taken power from their father. What scares me is that the world might not see me worthy of being queen. Of being their equal.
Arsenio nods. “It’s going to be amazing. I promise. I can’t wait to show you to the world.”
“I just hope the world is ready.” I hug him close, peeking over his shoulder as his brothers leave.
“The world doesn’t have to be. Only us,” he says, kissing my forehead. “And I’m more ready than I’ve ever been.”
If only I was as confident as he was. I’d give anything to match his certainty. Life never treated me well for long, though. Good things have never lasted.
Right now, things feel surreal. Temporary. I’m terrified it’ll all fall apart. And then what?
I shove the thought away. I can’t think like that. We’ve been through so much already. It’s time we rise.
Chapter four
Wilder
Warning Present
Desmeister:Alliesconfirmit’sall clear.
Me: How long?
Desmeister: Ten.
Me: Only need five.
I tuck my phone away and glance up to stare at the border wall of Calico Proper, leading into Platinum Shores. Enzo drives up an incline until we get a view of the stunning blue ocean expanding into the horizon. I hate to admit it, but Platinum Shores has a beautiful territory, one I wouldn’t mind seizing as ours. All it would take is annihilating the leader at this point. As the leader of Gilded Sands, I can now formally declare war and demand the Pack Regimes recognize our power and need for an expansion, considering the shady workings of Platinum Shores, buying and trafficking from Saint Vista. No region wants to lose omegas, especially to another, which is their greatest mistake. They don’t care if they are packless. The Pack Regimes of Saint Vista will place them. And with my brothers and me now in charge of Gilded Sands, we can guarantee they’ll get loving packs. After seeing the reality of bad negotiations with Holly and Kinsey, there is no fucking way I’ll knowingly allow this shit to go on.
“I think we need to be direct and hang them upright on their doorstep.” The twisted bastard. He gets it from me. “Make a point.” Enzo switches lanes, turning to get into the short border crossing entrance.
As alphas and part of the Pack Regimes of Saint Vista, we don’t have to declare our reason for entering another region, only stating where we’re heading. We’ll be tagged with a tracker, but it’s easily removed. All packs do it.
“As much as I want to agree, we need to act the part of victims, considering they came into our territory. Arsenio already registered the incident. We’ll hand the bodies over to their security. But don’t worry, brother. I’ve strategized a little present once they’ve been delivered.” I remain expressionless, keeping my gaze on the border patrol as they wave us forward. He shifts in my peripheral vision, the weight of his thoughts almost palpable. I glance at him from the corner of my eye.
Enzo stares at the side of my face, his features scrunching with curiosity. His intensity feels as if he’s nearly able to listen in on my thoughts. “What aren’t you telling me?”
A grin stretches across my face. He might be diabolical in his rash planning but I’m a master of strategy and diabolical. At least, that’s what Arsenio called me. “I had our mortician insert a special little plug.”
Tipping his head back, Enzo roars a laugh. He smacks his hands on the steering wheel and dances in his seat. I knew he’d appreciate it. “You didn’t.”
“Sick fucks deserved it. They were lucky to be dead because if they weren’t...fuck.” I tap my fingers on the dashboard, not finishing my disturbing thoughts out loud. I shake my head, collecting myself before I get angry. “Regardless, we’ll make a point. You’ll be able to see their faces when they realize how screwed they are.” I clear my throat, suppressing my need to react.
He punches my leg. “You psychotic son of a bastard. That’s not even something I’d come up with.”
