Page 28 of Sold to the Alphas

Marshall.

He strolled into the room, his strong body barely covered by a towel, damp from his shower. He didn’t look at me at first, but then his eyes flicked to me, and his brows furrowed slightly.

“Is everything okay?” His voice was deep and gravelly, but there was a softness in it—a contrast to the hardened persona he maintained most of the time. He reached for his clothes on the nearby chair, his movements slow and deliberate.

I didn’t answer. Nausea hit me again, along with a strange pressure building in my chest.

My skin flushed and became hot to the touch. I tugged at the collar of the shirt, suffocating around my neck. A chill swept through me, and I felt intensely uncomfortable—too hot and too cold at the same time.

Marshall was watching me closely now, clearly concerned. He took a cautious step toward the bed. “Elisabed?”

I wasn’t sure if I could explain what was happening, but before I could try it, the heat inside me bloomed into primalneed. My wolf howled in my mind, and I felt her calling for my alphas.

“Marshall...” I whispered, my voice trembling.

He stiffened and sniffed, his jaw tightening. His wolf rose to the surface, clear in how his gaze darkened, drawn to my scent. “Baby,” he said cautiously, his voice low and commanding, and if it were another time, I would’ve swooned at the way he called mebaby.“What’s wrong?”

But before I could answer, the door opened again, and August and Finn stepped in, their expressions equally alert.

“She’s in heat,” August answered, his tone clipped but calm, though his sharp gaze lingered on me as if assessing my every move.

Finn leaned against the doorframe, his smirk absent on his face as the tension rippled through him. “Of course she is,” he said. “It was only a matter of time.”

I flushed, embarrassment mingling with the uncontrollable need spiraling inside me. I wasn’t prepared for this—I hadn’t even thought I could enter heat with such an inactive wolf. I curled my arms around myself, but it did little to shield me from their piercing gazes or the intensity of what I was feeling.

My voice broke when I finally spoke. “I can’t...I don’t know what to do. I need—”

Marshall stepped closer, his movements careful as if he were approaching something fragile. “It’s okay,” he said, his voice softer now. “It’s okay, baby. We’ll help you through it.”

Finn’s muscles rippled on his arms as if he was stopping himself from moving closer. “You need to trust us, little omega. Completely.”

I nodded quickly, my earlier turmoil buried under the fire burning my insides. The alphas shared a glance, an unspoken understanding passing between them, and then they moved. Finn grabbed me in his arms as August pulled the blankets from the bed, tossing them onto the floor with purpose. Marshall bentto grab the edge of the bed frame, easily dragging it to the corner of the room, creating more space.

I watched the alphas with wide eyes as they worked in unison, making a fluffier replica of the nest I’d built for them at the cave. My body was screaming for relief, my instincts clawing at my control, but my heart warmed at the thought of them paying me enough attention to follow the exact same steps I had.

When they finished, the mattress was in the middle of the room, surrounded by a thick, makeshift nest of pillows and blankets. It was far larger and more inviting than the one I had hastily constructed in the cave.

Finn knelt inside, his gaze locked on mine, and a slow smirk finally tugged at his lips. “Do you like it?”

I nodded weakly, biting my lip. The warmth of the blankets wrapped around me like a soothing balm, but it wasn’t enough.

“Say it, Elisabed. Tell us what you need from us,” Marshall said, his voice low and rough.

“Touch me. Please,” I whispered. A broken sound escaped my lips, and my cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Finn let out a low growl, staring at me as if I was the last thing he’d ever want to witness in his last moments. “Good girl,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face, and my breath hitched as he cupped my face, his thumb now brushing against my cheek.

His gaze flicked to my lips, and with a low moan, he captured my mouth in a desperate kiss.

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Elisabed

Finn’s lips devoured mine, and I couldn’t stop the helpless moan that escaped me as I reached up and wound my fingers through his hair. The soft strands tickled my skin, and I whimpered as he nipped at my bottom lip and then slowly pulled away from the kiss. His expression was uncharacteristically serious.

“We’re going to take care of you, baby, okay?” he said, his voice low as he confirmed what they had already told me. My stomach squirmed with his words, and my mind stuck on what he had told me the night before—that I was only there to keep them balanced when the pact was broken.

They didn’treallywant me.

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