Page 19 of Sold to the Alphas

My normally silent wolf was now restless, clawing at the edges of my mind, urging me to settle, claim this space as ours, and stop distancing myself from the alphas. She came to life around them, lured out by the promised safety of a bond, and she wanted anest.

Marshall was the first to notice what I was doing. He said nothing, but his dark eyes followed me, sharp and assessing. His lips pressed into a firm line as he leaned back against the cave wall, his broad frame casting long shadows across the stone.

“You making that for all of us, Omega?” Finn asked.

I glanced at him, my cheeks warming as I caught the glint of mischief in his blue eyes. He was sprawled lazily near the fire, but there was nothing lazy about the way he was watching me—his gaze was hot and predatory, like he was waiting for me to make the first move.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to keep arranging the blankets. “It’s for whoever wants it,” I said, my voice wavering.

“Oh, I want it,” Finn said. “Don’t you ever doubt that, sweetheart.”

“Stop distracting her,” August said sharply. He was standing near the cave entrance, his green eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my pulse race after days of barely any interaction. “Let her finish.”

I hesitated for a moment, my hands faltering as I glanced between the three of them.

August’s expression was calm and controlled, but his gaze burned. Marshall’s jaw was tight, his hands resting on his knees as if holding himself back. And Finn...well, Finn was practically smirking, his eyes roaming over me with a hunger that made my breath hitch.

The nest was finished sooner than I expected, a circle of soft furs and blankets that looked inviting and comforting. My wolf hummed in approval, an emotion I only felt from her in the past when comforting my sister, but no one moved to step into it.

“Well?” Finn drawled, pushing himself up from the ground and sauntering to me, “Are you going to invite us in?”

“Finn,” August warned, though there was no mistaking the interest in his voice—he also wanted to know.

“What?” Finn said, glancing back at him with a grin. He crouched down beside me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him. His fingers brushed against mine as he reached for one of the furs, his touch light but electric. “You made this for us, didn’t you?”

I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. My wolf was howling in my head, the loudest I’d ever felt her, urging me to lean into him, to let them all in.

“Finn,” Marshall said, his voice low and rough. “Don’t scare her off.”

Finn snorted, his grin widening as he leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. “She doesn’t look scared to me.”

My breath hitched, and I glanced at August before I could think better of it. He hadn’t moved from his spot near the entrance, but his green eyes were darker now, his control slipping just enough for me to see the hunger beneath.

“You made the nest,” he said softly, his voice like velvet over steel. “Now you need to decide what happens in it.”

The choice was mine, but the way they looked at me—waiting, wanting—made it feel inevitable. My wolf urged me forward, and I couldn’t deny her. I finally let go of the hesitation that had been holding me back.

I reached out, my hand brushing against Finn’s chest as I met his gaze. “Stay,” I whispered, my voice trembling but steady enough to make him pause.

Finn’s grin faltered for a moment, replaced by something more profound and unadulterated. “I’d jump off a bridge if you asked me to, sweetheart.”

He kissed me, passionate and demanding. He drew me onto his lap, his body warm and firm beneath mine, and his hands roamed over me.

Marshall gripped my waist, pulling me back slightly to claim my lips with a slower, deeper kiss, his teeth grazing my bottom lip.

August finally stepped into the nest and reached to cup my chin with an unexpected gentleness. He kissed me, too, steady and controlled, but it left me just as breathless as the others had.

They surrounded me, their hands and mouths worshiping every inch of me, their voices low and rough as they murmured my name like a prayer. The nest wasn’t just mine anymore—it was ours, a place where the storm outside didn’t matter, where the fire between us burned brighter than the lightning that lit up the night.

Before anything could go too far, though, they all pulled away, just enough that I could drag in a gasp of air. I glared at Marshall as he settled in front of me.

He offered a small smile, his entire demeanor more relaxed than I had seen it before. “You’ve been through a lot today,” he said. “We don’t need to do more than this. Okay?”

He leaned forward and pressed our lips together in another kiss, this one much more tender, and when he pulled away, the three alphas settled in around me. Marshall rested with his arm bent under his head in front of me, and August wrapped his arm around my middle from behind, pulling me up until he was pressed against every inch of me.

Finn laid his head against my belly, his torso intertwined with my legs, pressing a tender kiss to the top of one of my thighs as he shot a wicked grin up at me.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he teased. “We’ll take care of you eventually. What’s a little edging between packmates, right?”

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