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She gasped as the men moved. Zeke toyed with her nipples and Knox nibbled on her neck. It felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough to get her over the edge. Instead, it just kept her teetering there.

Drake pushed in two fingers, crooked them, and sucked her clit into his mouth. She rocked her hips against his face, small gasps escaping her throat, and then came all over his fingers within seconds. When he was finished, he pulled his fingers out. She whimpered at the absence, but she didn’t have to wait long to be filled again.

With Zeke underneath her, his dick stretching her ass, Drake in her pussy, and Knox in her mouth, she was rewarded over and over again for the next several hours, just for agreeing to move in with them.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Amara

It had taken some convincing, but Amara somehow managed to get the guys to leave before the sun came up. She just had to promise them that she would start packing later that day as well as tell her father what was going on. It was not something she was looking forward to doing. She was sure it was going to be a fight, but it needed to be done. It was time.

However, because the guys had kept her up so late the night before, she had decided to work on that stuff after she caught up on some sleep. She didn’t have to be at work until later that morning, and there wasn’t all that much to pack. The guys’ apartment was furnished already, so she didn’t need any of her furniture or anything like that. All she had to pack were her clothes, essentials, and the few things she owned that were important to her, like the things from her mother.

Amara felt as though she had just fallen back to sleep when she was suddenly awoken by a very angry growl and the blankets being ripped away from her. Her eyes shot open, and she scrambled further up the bed, snatching a pillow to help cover her naked form. When she spotted her father standing at the foot of her bed, his eyes alight with anger, she braced herself against the headboard, her heart beating rapidly in her chest.

She had never seen him so angry before, and she could practically feel it wafting off of him. His eyes were flashing, his hands balled into tight fists too, and she knew that she was in trouble. This was not how she intended on him finding out about all this and she wasn’t ready for it.

“D-dad,” she gasped. “Wh-what are you doing here?”

His nostrils flared. “You missed the meeting this morning, and now I know why. This place reeks of men, you fucking whore!”

“I-I can explain.”

“How?” He sneered at her, making her flinch. “How could you possibly explain away the fact that you’d spread your legs for anyone? I can smell them, Amara. Three men. Do you know what that makes you?”

“Loved?” Her voice was small, even to her own ears, but that was what her father did to her. He made her feel small and insignificant. He made her feel worthless, and she hated it. She hated him.

“A fucking slut,” he corrected bitterly.

“They’re not just some random guys, Dad,” she tried again.

“Well, they aren’t from my pack, so that can only mean one thing: They’re rogues.” He practically spat the word, his voice filled with so much hatred and disdain. She had known this wasn’t going to be easy, but it was turning out to be far more difficult than she expected.

“Yes, they are. But –”

Her father scoffed and shook his head as if in disbelief. “My own daughter, sleeping with filth. I never thought I’d see the day.”

Amara swallowed and tried to muster up all the courage she had. She was doing the right thing. She couldn’t keep their relationship a secret forever, nor did she want to. They had marked her, she had marked them, and now she was planning on moving in with them.

“They are my fated mates, Dad,” she told him as strongly as she could. “I didn’t ask for this, but it’s the truth. You, of all people, should know what that means.”

His face grew so red at her words that she was surprised that steam didn’t come billowing out of his ears. Pain seared through her face as he backhanded her hard across her cheek, causing her head to smack against the headboard. For a moment, she saw stars due to the force behind it.

“You are just like your whore of a mother, using ‘fate’ as an excuse. All so you can fuck three men!”

“It’s not an excuse,” she pleaded, blinking away the tears that stung her eyes. “It’s the truth. Why won’t you believe me?”

“You just want attention. Is that it? You want my attention? Well, now you fucking got it!”

He snatched a handful of her hair and yanked her off the bed. She hit the ground hard, the air whooshing from her lungs, as the pillow went flying. His fist collided with the side of her face, and blood filled her mouth as pain blossomed through her skull. As she curled into the fetal position, his foot crashed into her abdomen, making her stomach clench in protest and bile rise in her throat.

Amara rolled onto her back, grasping her ribs and gasping for air. Her father pulled back his fist to hit her again but stopped.

“They marked you?” he roared, his raised hand shaking as his eyes zeroed in on the marks from her mates.

“Yes,” she growled through her tears. “And I marked them. The mating is complete, and there is nothing you can do.”

Everything hurt – her heart, her body. All she had ever wanted was for her father to love her, but he changed when her mother left, and now nothing she did was ever good enough for him. He had become a monster, through and through, and there was no saving him; she could see that now. The only thing she could do was get away from him.

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