Page 65 of Bonding the Band

“But you can’t deny the wisdom in my suggestion. Omegas thrive when they get railed regularly. You already look like a whole new person with that sweet, sweet alpha loving.”

My cheeks were so hot, I was surprised it didn’t immediately melt her slushie. “I’ve only slept with two of them.”

“Girl, I bet if you gave the other ones the go-ahead, they would be up in your bed before you could blink. I am pleasantly surprised that they haven’t pushed the issue, though. Ten points to respectful alphas. I was not expecting that from rock stars.”

I chewed my lip. I had been so distracted by Arlo and Hendrix that I probably hadn’t been giving Phin and Beckett the attention I should, both in person and in personal consideration. From the start, Hendrix had been the only one I was worried about, since he was the father of my child, but then Arlo had immediately hopped on board the Meadow train, so maybe Clover was right.

“I love your thinky face. Are you thinking about fucking Beckett and Phin?”

It shouldn’t have been physically possible for my cheeks to get any warmer, and yet somehow they managed.

“There iszeroshame in thinking spicy thoughts about your alphas,” Clover insisted.

“I know that. It’s still weird, though. They’re basically strangers.”

“Scent-matched strangers.”

“I never told you they were scent matches.”

“Meadow Marie Reed, you didn’t have to. I have known you for long enough to know that very little, other than fate, would have gotten you to jump into bed with someone you just met. You did that twice,andyou bonded someone the first time. Plus, you got knocked up outside of a heat, which is basically unheard of. You want to tell me there wasn’t some biological mystic fuckery going on with that?”

I couldn’t disagree with the statement. “I hadn’t really thought about it.”

“That’s why you have me.” Clover grinned and hauled me over to look at the tigers. “I’ve thought about little else since all of these shenanigans went down.”

“Why didn’t any of the doctors pick up on that?”

Clover shrugged. “Did you tell any of them you got pregnant outside of a heat?”

“I—no, I guess I didn’t.”

“There you go, then. It was probably just one of those things where they heard hoofbeats and they all thought horses, not zebras. Speaking of, let’s go look at those bitches. We can hang out with your kindred spirits for a while.”

“You’re such a dork.”

“I think you mean I’m adelight, though I do wear my dork crown proudly, so I’ll let it slide this time. On one condition, though.”

“What’s that?”

“I need you to confirm the rumors about those boys beingpierced. Inquiring minds want to know.”

“Clover!”

“Okay, fine, you don’t have to tell me.”

“Arlo is,” I squeaked out. “I don’t know about Beckett and Phin.”

“Yet,” Clover amended. “You know, I’m not surprised at all that Arlo has a piercing in his special places. That boy is a freak on the stage.”

My cheeks burned again.

“I’m going to choose to believe that neon blush means he’s also a freak in the sheets, and that’s why you’ve been absolutely glowing today.”

“I feel like all the embarrassment is melting my brain cells. I need those for my degree.”

“I’ll try to restrain myself,” Clover promised. “How’s the baby growing going?”

I swept my hand over the delicate curve of my stomach. “So far, so good. I feel a million times better being around them, so it’s not really scary anymore.”

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