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My heart is pounding once again. I don’t know why, but there was something so exciting about what happened. I feel…powerful? I’m not sure if that’s the right word, but I’m happy I was able to make Jackcum. And on my first try!

I inhale deeply, trying to settle myself. The air smells thickly of Jack. His wonderful citrusy aroma floods my veins, making me feel a little restless. And I can’t help but wonder if his cum tastes like him too.

I shift at the random thought, not sure if it’s an appropriate thing to think.

“Fuck me, omega.” Jack scrubs his face hard before looking down at me. “You give one hell of a hand job.”

Something like pride bursts in my chest. “I did good?” I ask, loving his validation.

A slow-spreading smile slips across his face, and he jerks my body down to his. His cum presses against my chest, coating both of us.

“Very fucking good.” He places a simple kiss on my lips. “Now, go to sleep,” he whispers, rolling us so he’s wrapped around me like last night.

I think about asking if we need to clean up the mess, but Jack doesn't seem bothered, and honestly, I’m too tired to care right now.

“Go to sleep, young one.” Jack’s big hand slips up my chest, rubbing his fluids into my skin.

And I quickly drift off.

Just Before Dawn

Yuki

Imarch to Stanley’s room, trying not to think about how fucking early it is.

The house is especially cool today, but that’s not uncommon this time of year. Refurbished castles struggle to hold in any heat. And while I don’t run as hot as male alphas, I’m still not as cold as the staff. A few maids move about, bowing low as I pass. The betas are wearing thick stockings and little cardigans as they collect used sheets from guest rooms. A few others are carrying cleaning supplies to tackle the public spaces within the house…which is a lot of space.

I reach Stanley’s room and quickly check that my shirt is tucked in. I chose a low-cut crimson red blouse with no buttons. Stanley ruined my damn shirt yesterday, and I don’t want him to destroy another. He’s just so amped, and I’m sure he’ll stay that way until he figures out what the hell he’s going to do with the omega.

Moving quietly, I open Stanley’s bedroom door and slip inside. The thick aroma of dried cum slams into me, followed by a wash of sweet relief.

Good. He fucked the boy. Now we can move on.

“Stan,” I whisper as I approach the bed, not wanting to wake the omega.

The pair are completely naked. Stanley is curled around Stefan, his chest pressed to the omega’s back. The kid mumbles then whimpers softly in his sleep. His feet and hands twitch, and I can’t help but wonder what he’s dreaming about. Is he fighting? Running? I often think about how scavenged omegas end up in the situations our men find them. But I’m struggling to picture Stefan as anything other than a lost little pup, abandoned and starving on the side of the road.

I kind of feel bad for the kid.

“Jack.” I touch my pack alpha’s shoulder.

He jerks, instantly waking up. For a second, he looks alarmed, ready to fight, but then his eyes focus on my face, and the tension leaves his big body.

“Yuki.” His voice is rough with sleep. “What time is it?” He turns, trying to see the clock on his bedside table.

“Six.” I grimace at the hour, but he did ask to be woken up. “You said you wanted to brief the guys personally before they headed out,” I remind him.

“Yup.” He slowly rolls away from Stefan, careful not to wake him up. The alpha pauses, working his arm out from under the omega’s head. Stefan doesn’t move, lost to whatever he’s dreaming about.

Stanley quietly stands and walks to the bathroom. I follow him, shutting the door quietly behind us. “Has everyone arrived?” he asks the second the door clicks shut.

“They’re here and waiting.” I flick on the light, making Stanley jerk then squint. “Have you talked to Rossi yet?”

“Spoke to him last night.” Stanley turns on the shower. “Everything went smoothly. Just waiting for backup.” He doesn’t wait for the water to heat up, stepping under the cold spray. He’s done that for as long as I’ve known him. It’s like the alpha wants the shower to be over with as soon as fucking possible. Given his past, I understand why.

“What happened with the omega yesterday?” I lean against the counter. “Was it really a medical emergency? Or was Bear being overly dramatic?”

“It was kind of an emergency.” Stanley pours a handful of body wash into his hand, then he scrubs every inch of his face and body as fast as he can. “He had an asthma attack.”

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