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And, for the rest of my Heat, I allow all of them to. James, Beau and Grey take turns pleasuring and caring for me.

I’m in my most vulnerable state, and they come when I call.

Other times, I wake up, and they’re dozing next to me, always with at least one hand on me, as if they’re scared I’ll slip away.

They feed me.

Clothe me.

Fuck me.

By the end, when my Heat fades and I’m less driven by my Omega instincts, something inside all four of us has formed.

Trust.

21

THREE WEEKS LATER

HARPER

“Meow.”

I glance down to see Wilson perched on my feet, looking up at me expectantly.

“You’re not supposed to be in here,” I scold him half-heartedly. He snuck into the greenhouse again, and he blinks his eyes innocently, as if he didn’t break the one rule he has.

“You have cat grass,” I remind him, referring to the inches of green plants near the gazebo. “Those are yours.”

He gives me another slow blink.

I roll my eyes but let him stay as I tend to the rest of the herbs.

When I leave the greenhouse, he runs off to the gazebo, running around in circles on the wood and yowling.

I can’t help but laugh, and a deep joy floods my heart.

I’mhappy.

This is what it feels like tolive, and to have people that truly care about me.

It feels like I have purpose.

It’s been three weeks since the end of my Heat, and my relationship with the Alphas has grown stronger.

There’s still a lot for me to learn about them, but our dynamic has changed.

They’re my safety. My comfort.

But even without them, I know I’m okay.

I’m still trying to figure out who I am, though, and I’ve decided I need to take baby steps to discover it.

I have a new cell phone with a different number as well.

No more worrying about Michael calling me.

There are guests near the front, marveling at the mix of lilacs and pink roses that surround a wooden archway with the same matching pattern as the gazebo.

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