Page 22 of My Shy Alpha

Amy frowns at my obvious disappointment. “Come here, girl. Your braid got all undone from last night. Let’s get you more comfortable, okay?”

I weep, unable to hold still as Amy unravels my hair, spreading it like a fountain of cool silk across my overheated back. “Amy, you really think he’s coming back?”

“I do. I have a lot to say to him for not being here, though.” As her fingertips brush my shoulder in reassurance, Amy gasps. “Oh, my God, your skin is practically on fire! This isn’t good.” She turns over her shoulder and bellows. “Kira, where’d you disappear to with those washcloths?!”

As Kira peeks into the room, my focus switches from the throbbing ache in my core to Kira’s penetrating stare. Her breath is rapid. Distressed. She doesn’t look happy, and she’s staring straight at us, ready to pounce.

I instinctually dive behind my best friend, but Kira doesn’t seem to like that. One glance at her clenched jaw sends me scrambling across the living room floor, backing into the brick fireplace. The frigid red bricks against my boiling skin startle a tiny yelp out of me, but it’s better than whatever Kira has in mind.

“Oh, my God! What’s wrong?!” Amy’s focus tracks my stare, zipping to Kira in the entryway.

Soaked washcloths trickle from Kira’s arms as she seems to forget she’s holding them.

Amy freezes. “Holy shit– Kira?! What’s gotten into you?”

My heartbeat skyrockets as Kira edges between wolf and human, her nostrils flaring and voice deepening as her eyes flicker into an even darker brown. “It smells like someone needs a good fuck in this house.”

Amy chucks a pillow at her. “You adorable, annoying Alpha! Are you seriously going to cheat on me with my best friend over some pheromones?!”

Kira gives a low growl, dropping the remaining washcloths onto the floor with a wet slap as she approaches Amy. “Don’t be ridiculous. I want you.”

Kira scoops Amy’s hair off her neck, hugging her from behind to lick that same sensitive gland. The breathy way Amy gasps spikes a thrill through me.

My insides ache for Noah to do the same thing. I shed a few extra tears.

Kira growls against Amy’s neck. “I want to strip you bare, Beta. Then I want to kiss you between your legs until you come against that coffee table.”

Amy’s voice clouds with desire. “Well, shit. This is objectively a bad situation... But that also sounds kinda good to my wolf.”

I wedge myself deeper into the fireplace. “Amy, is she going to hurt me?”

Amy snaps out of her haze with a gasp. “Oh, no, babe. I know you can smell that Alpha musk, and it’s probably driving your instincts wild. But it looks like she’s only got eyes for me. I’ve got it under control...” Amy’s half-hearted smile can hardly hide her arousal. Then she gasps. “Kira! I’m still talking. You need to wait.” Kira removes her hands from Amy’s bra with a frustrated huff. After a grounding breath, Amy lowers her voice. “I don’t know how to control two Alphas slipping into a hormonal rut, so let’s hope Noah has more self-control than my horny Alph–”

Amy is cut off by Kira’s sultry kiss. Amy’s eyes shift with need, clinging to her wife’s arms. This only encourages Kira. She deepens their kiss, a heavy touch climbing Amy’s body until she reaches Amy’s neck. Amy’s voice erupts with bleating, desperate breaths. “Oh, Goddess, Kira...”

They’re not helping. Whether it’s right or not, my eyes lock on the two wolves nuzzling. I feel every touch of their skin as if it’s Noah. His hands on my breasts, caressing my nipples. His grip latching onto my thighs, wrapping my legs around him. I swallow hard, rubbing my legs together on instinct with soaking wet underwear.

But here I am, all alone. Heat stabs me over and over again, burying pain down to my bones. My tears turn into heaving sobs.

“It hurts! I’m on fire, Amy!”

“Oh, shit, Aliya. I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to–” Amy reaches for my hand, and Kira snarls at her. “Excuse me!?”

I huddle deeper into my fireplace, silencing my tears out of fear. Kira slinks back too, her eyes locked on Amy as she curls into herself from being scolded.

“That’s right, Alpha. Get your gorgeous ass outside so we can fuck in the woods.”

Before I can blink, Kira sprints for the door, and Amy bites back an amused laugh.

Until Kira flings open the door, crashing face-first into a wide torso.

8

Ahulking figure blocks the morning sunlight, having to duck beneath my old cottage’s short doorway to enter.

“Why the fuck is there another Alpha in here?” Noah’s chest puffs, donning an identical black Sherpa jacket to the one he shredded yesterday.

I grip the arched brick at my side, peeking around the fireplace’s edge. “Noah!”

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