Page 36 of Building My Pack

I laugh as he rolls on top of me, pushing me to my back and stealing one more kiss before getting up and squeezing my toes on the way out. Surprisingly, I do feel lighter than I did up here alone. I've had my breakdown and even cried like a baby. Now it's time to suck it up and figure out what the next step is. What Idoknow is that I want to keep the three of them around. I'm still embarrassed to have been caught so off guard with the heat, and yeah, maybe we're moving a little fast. But isn't that what life is? Seize the moment or watch it pass you by? I'm rather fond of the former, currently. Which is the reason I obey Waylen, getting my butt out of bed.

Tackling the mess that's on my head, I braid it down my back before grabbing some clothes out of my dresser. More conscious of having guests in my house than I've been lately, I make sure to put on a bra underneath the red tank top that I tuck into a pair of snug fit jean shorts. I'm pleasantly surprised to find that they're not as tight as the last time I wore them forever ago.

Practically skipping downstairs, I find Waylen digging through the fridge, setting stuff on the counter. Desire shoots through me as the muscles in his back flex with every move. Moving up behind him, I throw my arms around his middle, splaying my palms flat against his abs and placing a small kiss on his spine. "Thank you."

He rubs my arms and grunts a soft reply before spinning in my arms and placing a kiss against my lips. I break away to playfully smack his bum. "Now go sit down and let me make breakfast before you hurt yourself."

"Yes, Ma'am," he says, making himself a cup of coffee and doing as I say. I've got the stuff to make another brunch spread since I went grocery shopping while Kit was gone the other day, so I set to work. I'm halfway through when Kit comes around the corner freshly showered and unfortunately, fully clothed. He heads straight to me, and I drop the spatula in my hand to throw my arms around him.

Squeezing tight in return, he asks, "How are you feeling this morning?"

"Better," I start. "I'm so sorry."

He lifts my chin until I can't look away. "Hey, none of that. I'm just glad you're feeling better. It kind of broke my heart a little seeing you in pain and not being able to help."

"I don't deserve you," I tell him, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Yes, you do," Waylen says from his seat across the counter not bothered in the slightest by his eavesdropping.

Kit smiles and kisses me lightly. "What he said. Now, what can I help with?"

I put him to work slicing fruit and he hasn't even made it through the first one before Waylen blurts out, "About time you woke up."

Casting a glance behind me, I see Mitchell pulling his shirt over his head. All those tattoos don’t stop at his arms either, running up over his shoulders and begging to be licked. I turn back around before I get busted checking him out. Next thing I know, a warm body is pressed against my back. Burnt-amber gives him away before his lips graze my naked shoulder and move up to the side of my neck as a hand slips around my stomach to splay there. "Now, this is a good sight to see in the mornings."

"Better than Way's naked ass, huh?" Kit teases, making me laugh as Waylen protests.

"Definitely," Mitchell agrees with a smile in his tone.

Turning to face him, I hug him as tight as I did the other two without breaking eye contact. "Thank you."

The smile that had started to fade comes back full force. "You good?" When I nod, he returns it before using the hand now wrapped around my back to lift me onto my toes as he leans down to capture my lips. He has no reservations about taking it easy. Forcing my lips to part for him, he claims me as much as he did last night. By the time that he's through with me, my breathing is harsh, and my eyes feel glazed over. I seriously couldn't handle doing anything today, but it's not like my lady bits are listening. Thankfully, he spares me by putting space between us and going to make himself a cup of coffee before taking it over next to Waylen.

After living the life of a beta for so long and settling for having only one man in my life, kissing all three of them here in my kitchen this morning should feel awkward. Especially after last night, but it doesn't. It just feels like the jigsaw puzzle that I've slowly put together over the years got blown to smithereens and I'm finding all of the pieces and putting them back into place.

We spend the rest of breakfast eating and talking, mostly about the pool I want to put in out back after Kit rats me out for starting it. Pride radiates through me as Mitchell takes a look and says what little bit I did do isn't bad. Afterward, he and Waylen head home to shower and change, both grabbing hugs and kisses on the way out.

Then Kit sits with me on the couch while I call my doctor. Whom, shockingly enough, doesn't seem the least bit surprised to find out that I've had a small heat. They said that it was a possibility they'd considered after speaking with me last time. It took all I had not to smart off and tell them thanks for lettingmein on something that mightpossiblyhave had a negative impact if the others weren't here to help me through it.

The whole conversation takes less than ten minutes and leaves me much angrier than how I was speaking with them, since they advised me to wait for my next checkup and to call if I have any other problems.

Chapter 18

Bryce

Over the next couple of days, Kit and I fall into a routine around the house with Mitchell and Waylen coming by for dinner almost every night. We haven't been intimate again, but I think it's just because they're trying to give me space to process. At least twice, I almost invaded Kit's space and crawled into the spare bed with him. After being held and taken care of during the heat, and not to mention all of the touches and small kisses since from the three of them, it's like my body has been reprogrammed to need the cuddles.

Leading up to the weekend, Santiago calls wanting to go out on another date to which I readily agree. Thankfully, I've had several days for the extra scents I've been carrying around all week to ebb down to almost nothing. Them being around every day after work has it sticking around, but nowhere near as bad as the first day when they'd left some of themselves inside of me.

I hadn't needed permission, but it only felt right to let them know that I'd be going out with Santiago and Kennedy tonight. They hadn't given me jealousy or any other negativity. Kit even said he hoped everything went well since he knew I was planning on giving them the truth. He went so far as to add that if I didn't come home that it'd be okay since they were playing at the bar tonight and he wouldn't be home until late, anyway. We'd gone and had him a key to the house made this week. I would've had an extra one already if George had ever given his back.

After Kit leaves for the bar, the nerves set in for what I've got to do tonight. I truly don't know how they're going to take the news that they've been technically courting an omega. On top of me now possibly having to change careers. I'd graciously accepted the invitation for dinner at their house since it'll give me the excuse to be able to drive myself home if I have to. I don't try extra hard on my hair and makeup, doing it light and leaving my hair to flow in waves down my back. The dress I picked for tonight would be considered ‘a little, black dress’ with it's skin-tight fit all the way down to mid-thigh if it weren't for the large red-and-beige rose blooms spaced out on it. Oh, and the way the top folds over off my shoulders, hugging my biceps. It's just enough class to not be considered skimpy.

My heart thuds in what feels like my throat the whole drive to their house. I'm so anxious that I almost even miss the turnoff into their driveway. I'm not surprised to find that they live in a swanky community with several neighbors. At least it's one of those where they've got plenty of space between their houses. The one I pull up to now has a rounded driveway that leads up to a three-story, classic-Victorian-style house with lots of angles and windows. It's grey with a light-colored trim that makes it stunning to look at.

I don't get to look at it for long since I find something new that catches my attention as Kennedy steps out onto the porch. Trying to hide my shaky, sweaty hands, I walk up the few steps to him. He wraps me up in a hug as soon as I get there and takes in a lungful of air. I'm sure he's wondering why I'm carrying strong scents of the other alphas, but he doesn't comment on it. How do people do this? Not only am I worried about having to tell them the truth, but I actually feel like an omega trying to build my pack from scratch with different alphas tugging opposite directions. Having to worry if my spending time with one will upset the other is enough to leave my nerves frazzled.

"You look very nice," he says while I just so happen to be thinking the same thing about him in his dark pants and white, long-sleeve button-down that's open at the top, exposing the white t-shirt underneath.

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