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I gesture toward the assorted erect cocks in the nest. “The only sustenance she needs.” To drive the point home for the uninitiated, I add, “In truth, the rut is all about keeping every one of her holes filled—that’s the only thing she needs right now, the only thing that will give her any peace. Holding back, playinghuman, is only going to harm her.”

In an act that shocks me, the first alpha turns to the beta, the question lodged with his expressive eyebrows. “Ethan?”

The beta studies my face, that sincere concern returning. “The past is over for all of us, not just our legendary first-ever alpha or the man who willingly stepped aside to bring him here. We all need to move forward as though living today and reaching tomorrow are all that matter.” His eyes seek Tillie’s face—she really does have a rare loveliness to her, a bloom just emerging. “Surrender to what you need to be—that’s what we all need to do.”

Ethan glances at the other alphas. “Holy fuck, is thatJameson Farraway?”

The prick waves, looking entirely disoriented. I’m just glad he’s not currently sneering, because I would already be punching. He’s obviously more scent-drunk than the rest who’ve had time to acclimate to her perfume or me, who’s known her scent since before recorded time.

“My knot is releasing.” Gideon locks eyes with me. “Take her again, give her a bit of rest, and then we’re going to let all her alphas off their leashes.”

The second she’s empty, she’s mewling desperately. I snatch her from him and drive into her while still standing. Her legs wrap around me, and we frantically grasp each other. My omega releases a snarl at me and does what I never could have expected, though I should have.

Mid-thrust, she opens her mouth and clamps down on my neck, her teeth digging into me, claiming me. No, it’s not possible, but I already know it is. This omega—myomega—just selected her first alpha, and it wasn’t Mackenzie or Gideon. The little viper just trapped me here so that not even Tillie can remove me. Only my omega could, and she never will.

I’m sorry, Mackenzie. I…

Don’t be… she made her choice. I made my choice. And you made yours. The only thing that matters is that we survive. Give yourself freedom. Shove me back into the garden and be her alpha.

CHAPTER 7

ETHAN

I thought I could imagine it—I thought Ihadimagined it. I even thought myvoyage of discoverythrough some extremely erotic omegaverse-themed porn had prepared me. It was just supposed to beresearchfor my nest-building endeavor. Architects have to imagine how a structure is going to be used before designing it. No one would expect them not to, right? So, it’s completely within bounds that I lingered on omega porn more than I would ever admit and even might have pretended to know less about the omegaverse than I shared with Tillie. Research is always completely reasonable, or it should be.

Tell yourself anything you like, you naughty, naughty beta.That’s whatCaptain Invading My Thoughtspurrs inside me, causing my already pounding heart rate to accelerate even more.

I may flatline any second from the carnal energy in this nest, just from watching the kiltedAdamof the omegaverse fuck his wild omegaEve, while standing in the middle of the mattress. They are sexual abandon like nothing I’ve seen. They aren’t fighting with their designations, holding back, trying to remember who they were before this. No, they areall in, all feral, almost like they’re trying to destroy each other using their cockand feisty cunt as weapons of war. I actually think…there, I get it. This is a rut. I’m prepared now.

But then, the omega lashes out, seizing where Mr. Kilt’s neck meets his shoulder, fiercely digging in with all her might. Her cub-like snarls are furious, like he’s been a bad, bad alpha, and he deserves to suffer.

Gideon leaps to his feet, growling. Again, I thought I knew what alpha Gideon was like after that performance on the back of the yacht. Butnopeon that one too. He’s behind Tillie, grabbing her ass, spreading her wide, and then in one merciless thrust, he shoves his cockknot-deepright into her. She wails from the surprise of the double penetration, but then her untamed spirit rages hotter, issuing her own battle cry that’s so obvious even without words.

My translation is something like…Bring it on, alphas—I’ll fuck you all to death, and don’t think I won’t. Youthinkyou’re alphas, but only omegas create alphas, because only true alphas can survive an omega in heat. Buckle up, because I’m back, and I won’t let this heat end until I’ve made myself some battle-hardened alphas that might just be able to satisfy one little omega. Now, fuck me and don’t stop.

I jump, shocked to feel Kaz’s hand gripping my cock, slowly, tightly moving up and down my length.

You like this, don’t you?He’s in my head. He’s in my body. He knows exactly how much I like this, but shame surfaces… Tillie…

Tillie’s fine… she’s safe. That omega saved your life and this pack. So, even if Tillie has qualms about all of this, she’ll be so grateful that it looks like we’re all going to survive this heat and that you are forever pack. I don’t know what’s inside her, other than what you’ve shown me, but that little girl who vanquished your enemies and loves you beyond reason, wants me to vanquish your shame. Of that, I have no doubt.

Kaz pushes solace right into my heart, lighting fires to scare away all my shadows. Then he sends something even more powerful, a glimmer—just a hint—of what truth feels like inside him, attempting to give me a way to understand when he’s speaking his truest beliefs. He truly believes he knows what Tillie would want from him right now. A second later, he delivers his unsurprising request for consent to be my alpha and to take care of more than body—my emotions, my desires, my regrets, and any shame I’ve been too afraid or weak to confront.

Please, alpha…

I think the rest of my words, while doubting them—but no, doubting my ability to say them even in my own head. He waits, surely listening to my inner struggle. It takes less time than I think it will for me to gather the clarity—the certainty—needed to continue.

Not wanting to share this moment aloud, I push my words at him. Please, alpha, accept my surrender—my trust, my body, my life, my heart except for what already belongs to Tillie… everything else is yours now. You know you have the power to save me or destroy me, all in how you open yourself to Tillie. But my surrender now is my gift to you, the proof of my faith that you will become the man and the alpha you were always meant to be.

I feel his heart falter, its cadence disturbed. His arm around me constricts. His hand around my cock does the same, to an almost painful degree. There’s something punishing about his hold on me. My lungs squeeze, and I lose my breath. I don’t understand at first, but then the spectacle of thefuck-a-thonhappening between two first alphas and their omega gives me the clue I need.

Words don’t matter in the omegaverse, at least not during a heat. My alpha’s testing me. He’s going to squeeze the life out of me until I reveal whether I truly surrender to him or not. Maybehe wants me to keep barriers from him. Maybe he wants me to fight against his raw power, scrambling to take back my words and the meaning behind them. But now that I understand his rules, I release all stress in my body, trusting him to snuff out my life if that’s what he desires.

I’m yours, alpha, to do with whatever you wish. You saved me in that alley. You’re the reason I’m here. My life belongs to you, now and forever.

All my life I’ve warred with exactly the kind of surrender I now embrace, cherish even.

You’re so fucking perfect, Ethan. You make me believe that there is a plan for all of us, a way to reach heaven, not just when we die but in how we live.

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