Page 7 of An Alpha's Commitment

“I’m not even sure he realizes it himself, but I see it sometimes, just in the way he is…” I shrugged. “Maybe it’s an alpha thing - it’s my responsibility to look after you guys – but I sense it.”

“Okay,” Irian nodded. “If you think it’s best, then let’s tell him.”

“I do. I’d like to tell him as soon as possible. Today?”

“It’d be nice if we had some progress we could report to him, but there isn’t, is there?”

A low, throaty chuckle rumbled out of me. “No. I haven’t had a chance to put anything in motion yet. Your heat came on rather suddenly if you recall… unless I fucked your brains out and your memory doesn’t work anymore?”

“My memory works just fine,” said Irian with a smirk, and I knew what he was thinking about.

I shook my head. “You’re such a filthy omega, Irian.”

“Yeah,” he smiled. “And you’re such a dirty alpha.”

“Lucky, eh?”

“Yep, perfectly suited.”

Irian looked at Isca and shook his head. “Poor Isca. I don’t think he truly understands what he’s got himself into.”

“I think he’s probably got a fair idea by now,” I countered. Then I added, “doesn’t seem too displeased.”

Chapter 05

ISCA

It was overwhelmingly quiet inside the bedroom: no rustling of sheets, no sleepy huffs of breath. Darkness lurked in the corners of the room, held at bay only by the warm glow of the nightlight Talius had installed in the bedroom to keep my fears at bay should I wake during the night. I'd done that a lot at first.

Nightmares still haunted my sleep at times, but less often now. Maybe the warmth of my mates beside me chased the demons away.

I was grateful that someone had turned on the nightlight before leaving the room. It was in that moment between sleeping and waking that I was most vulnerable to my fears, especially when I woke alone as I did now.

The sheets were warm and silky against my skin, the combined scents of Irian and Talius strong on the pillows. I lay staring at the ceiling, luxuriating in the comfort of our over-sized king bed and the familiar scents surrounding me, checking in with my body.

Heat sex was exhausting, even when it was not my own. Not just physically, but in my case I had so many terrifying memories, that even though I enjoyed it now with Talius and Irian, I found it mentally draining. Even several days later, I was only just recovering. Talius would never have hurt me and was never anything but encouraging and appreciative of every little thing I did, but there was a tiny part of my brain that was always waiting for me to do something wrong, expecting criticism. Goddess knew, Zarbius had told me so many times how useless I was in bed. I knew he was cruel and I couldn’t trust anything he said or did, but some of it had stuck nonetheless.

Talius worked hard to make me feel loved and appreciated, so I tried to hide that tiny part of myself that didn’t feel worthy. It was exhausting. I wondered if he suspected though, and if that was why they had left me to sleep and recover longer. The blinds had been pulled down, the night light turned on. It must be night, or almost.

I was fine now but I lay there a little longer, gathering my strength. I guessed Irian would be buzzing around the kitchen, as happy as a bee in spring. In contrast to my own experience, he was always totally energized after his heats. He had been the entire time I’d known him. It was one of the things that had made me realize my situation in my old pack was not normal. His delight in having his alpha take him through heat was eye-opening, refreshing. I understood it now, though I hadn’t at the time.

A loud gurgle broke the silence. I clapped my hand to my belly to silence it and sat up, looking around for my pajama pants.

There they were! Someone had left them conveniently draped over the end of the bed. I pulled them on and padded barefoot down the stairs towards the kitchen and food.

“If you could look into it and let me know what you find out, I’d appreciate it,” Talius’ deep voice rumbled over the crackle and spit of something sizzling in the frypan. The delicious aroma of bacon and beef teased me as I rounded the corner.

Irian was standing over the stove with a spatula in his hand. He greeted me with a wide smile and happy contented eyes. Talius was leaning casually against the wall a meter or so behind him, his ear pressed to his phone, his eyes glued to Irian’s ass as he spoke again.

“Yes, but you need to keep it on the down low. No-one can find out about this. Seriously, it’s no joke.”

I moved in behind Irian and slipped my arms around his waist, nibbling on the base of his neck. Irian carefully placed the utensil on the counter beside the stove and turned to face me. My lips slid over his. A warm tongue eased into my mouth and I squirmed against him, pressing my groin to his, not trying to hide my hardening cock.

“How do you feel?” I asked, when eventually he pulled away to check on the spluttering pan behind him.

He chuckled. “Well used. I should be able to sit down today though. What about you? Tired?”

“Nah. I’m good now. Thanks for letting me sleep.”

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