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"But it's informal, since Isca already has his mating bond with Zarbius. So... I found a way to form a bond with him myself."

I fell silent, waiting for his reaction.

Johnson blinked, a couple of lines creased his brow. Then he surprised me by saying, "Well, I didn't think that was possible, but I'm happy for you if it is." The lines deepened. "But how? I've never heard of such a thing."

"Magic. It's a magic bond. We've found a mage who says he can do it. It doesn't get rid of the original mate bond though, and there are certain stipulations for it to stick, but yeah, it's possible."

"Congratulations," Johnson was beaming. "That's great news. I'm very pleased for you all. When is this taking place?"

"Thank you. I'm hoping to do it before the next full moon run," I told him. "Isca wasn't comfortable at the last run and I'd like to make sure he's mated before he comes out with us again. That way he'll feel more secure."

"I need to let the pack know ahead of time, and I'm also going to have to insist it's kept confidential. I can't risk Isca's old mate finding out and coming back to disrupt his life."

Johnson nodded. "I don't think anyone will have an issue withany of that. Everyone's fond of Isca and wants to protect him. Rumors have circulated about what his old mate did to him, so the pack will definitely support you."

I relaxed back in my chair with a loud exhale. I hadn't been sure. I knew my pack was loyal to me, but this was a very unusual situation, so it was a relief that Johnson was convinced I'd have their support.

Chapter 17

TALIUS

Xeres had sent word that he wished to delay our binding until the blood moon because this would be auspicious and add strength to the tie we formed. Despite the impatience all three of us felt, I had agreed to the delay. It was worth the small sacrifice if it increased our chances of success.

Both omegas sat out the next pack run, waiting for the proper timing, which came the following month.

Tonight was the night of the blood moon, coincidentally also a full moon, so we planned to do the binding immediately before the monthly pack run, so that Isca could safely and comfortably run with us after the ceremony.

It was 10pm. It was time.

“I’m ready,” murmured Isca, stepping out of our bedroom, barefoot and dressed only in jeans, his hairless chest glistening with the few remaining drops of water from his shower. He took a deep breath, the pale skin stretching tight over his ribs. I noticed the way he straightened his back and lifted his chin, steadying himself. Nervous, but trying to be brave. It flayed my heart knowing how desperately he wanted this to work.

“Me too!”

Irian's energy preceded him out of the room. I shook my head. That omega was irrepressible, the perfect foil to Isca’s quiet gentle nature. Irian had almost as much riding on this as Isca, but he wasn’t showing any nerves. I knew he longed for Isca to be fully part of our triad. As far as I was concerned, he already was, but Irian was a stickler for fairness, and he found it grossly unfair that he could be mated to me but Isca couldn’t. I knew he had every confidence that we would pull this off. My omega always had confidence in me. I chuckled to myself. No pressure at all.

The two omegas were very similar in appearance, slim built and pale, though Irian’s complexion had a pale olive hue. Both wore jeans and Irian also wore a t-shirt since he wasn’t officially a participant in the ceremony. Isca’s low-hung jeans hugged just below his hipbones and the glimpse of his V disappearing into his pants had me unconsciously swiping my tongue over my lips.

So hot! I couldn’t help the thought flashing through my brain. I squeezed my eyes closed, trying to control myself, but my jeans tightened anyway.

When I opened my eyes again, I swept them over my other omega – his calves and thighs fondly caressed by the washed-out blue fabric, his package prominent. A low groan forced its way out of my lips.

Goddess! Two hours ‘til we ran. Three hours or more ‘til I could fuck the living daylights out of them. But then I remembered what would take place at the mating ceremony. So, not three hours then. Maybe I could last, after all.

Maybe.

These men were going to be the death of me.

“Let’s go.” I tried to pretend I hadn’t just had the filthiest of thoughts. Irian’s lips twitched upwards as he stared unashamedly at my crotch. Yeah, okay. We’d been together so long he knew exactly where my thoughts had been. Not that his would have been any less dirty.

The two men followed me out of the house. As I stepped out the door, I came to an abrupt stop, startled by what I saw. The entire pack had gathered outside, lining up on each side of the path leading to the forest where the ceremony would take place.

A mating was a private matter, and no-one would be present for it except for Isca, Irian and myself, and necessarily Xeres, the mage, since he needed to weave the spell, but here was the entire pack turning out to show us their support as we departed. When I'd informed the pack of my intentions about a month ago, they'd accepted my announcement without even a murmur of protest, but I hadn't expected them to turn out to actively support it.

I blinked away the moisture in my eyes, touched. It meant a lot to me that my pack supported my decision to formally convert my existing relationship into a triad. As much as it demonstrated their respect and affection for me, it was also a sign of their acceptance of Isca. The sweet young omega had captured the hearts of the rest of the pack. Although the pack was not privy to all the details of his previous mate’s attack on Isca, they were aware his mate was not only responsible for it, but had left him for dead.

Although it was pretty much taboo for an alpha to take another’s mate, not one voice had been raised in protest or expressed any reservations for what I was doing. It was testimony to the pack’s loyalty to me and the affection they bore the young omega.

Eager face after eager face followed our progress down the makeshift guard of honor until we reached the tree line. I saw nothing but joy and happiness in their faces. I turned my head for one last look at my pack, my family, standing there in quiet support. Irian and Isca continued past me into the forest. I dipped my head in acknowledgement of the pack’s support before turning and disappearing amongst the trees.

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