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Her core is wet, yet still eager for another cock—for mine. I swallow up her moans, moving the slowest. There isn’t anywhere else in the world I’d rather be than here, on this bed, with her. Our bodies are in sync, and I reach down between us to pinch her clit and send her tumbling over the precipice of her pleasure yet again. She’s primed and raring to go, so it doesn’t take much. She comes for me like she came for the others, no dirty talk necessary.
I don’t wait for my own release like the others. As she comes, I let my instincts guide me, and I pull my mouth off hers so I can clamp my teeth down along the tender, wounded skin just above her scent gland, near the alphas’ bites. My teeth pierce her skin, and the taste of metallic copper fills my mouth.
And then, it’s the strangest thing: I feel her. I feel her inside of me, as if her very soul touched mine and left a permanent mark. Like she left a piece of her inside me. I can feel herpleasure, her heat, twinged with just the faintest bit of pain. We’re connected in a way I never thought possible.
It’s as I pull my teeth out of her neck, right as I recognize the addition of her soul inside me, that I erupt, filling her core with my own mark, my own wave of cum. I fill her up, and then I stay right where I am, not wanting to move, not wanting to end this moment just yet.
But, alas, she’s bleeding and we need to take care of her, clean the fresh wounds on her neck, so even though it’s the last thing I want to do, I pull out of her and take her by the hand. I suppose the alphas could take the lead—and they, by nature of the hierarchy, could very well force me to take a backseat—but they don’t. Gideon and Pax let me take Raeka by the hand, let me walk with her to the bathroom down the hall. They come with us, but they don’t crowd. They do nothing but watch as I sterilize and bandage up her neck.
Once she’s bandaged up, she holds my stare, a soft smile on her face. This omega, this girl… she came into my life without warning, and try as I might in the beginning to resist, all resistance ended up as futile as something could be.
She’s mine, and I am whole.
Chapter Forty-Seven – Raeka
When I greet my parents at the door, the first thing I encounter is a hug—from my mom, no less. Wearing her Sunday best, she engulfs me in a hug I can’t remember ever quite getting from her before: full of warmth that lingers even after the hug is finished.
“Raeka, honey, how are you?” My mom pulls away from me, moving the blond hair out of my face. “I’m so glad you finally invited us—” Behind her, my dad and my sister stand, the latter of which darts around her to give me her own hug. My dad only smiles and nods, acting like a stoic alpha… which he most certainly isn’t. Not usually.
“It’s not the same at the house without you,” Nicole mutters sadly, unhurried in letting me go. And then, it’s like something out of the movies, the three of them must sniff the air at the same time, because all three of their expressions change.
My mom’s eyebrows lift, curious but cautiously so. My dad’s gaze narrows, like he thinks he has some asses to kick. And Nicole? She squeals.
Yes, my little sister literallysqueals.
She squeals, claps her hands, and jumps on me in another hug, this one more bear-like. “Oh, my God, Raeka! You have a pack! Are they all here? Can I meet them? Who are they? Who—”
“Honey,” our dad says, setting a hand on her shoulder and pulling her off me, “I’m sure they’re all here and you’ll get to meet them soon.”
We stand on the front steps of the Chase house, the sun shining brightly over our heads. My family was the last to arrive; I wanted to meet everyone else first, then worry about introductions after. Having Mercedes and her pack here definitely helped me feel more at ease, considering I met Pax’s parents for the first time.
Let’s just say my parents weren’t the only ones who thought their kid would never find herself a pack. Mr. and Mrs. Alabaster said the same thing about Pax; it’s why they were so relieved when Darius, Nic, and Warren found Mercedes.
“Everyone’s in the back,” I say, waving for them to follow. “Let’s get the introductions over with.” I’m in a good mood, but even I can’t hide the anxiety from my voice. So far, everything’s gone well, but you never know. Things could take a turn. My parents could not get along with Pax’s, and then where would we be?
I mean, I wouldn’t ever leave my pack, so in the end it doesn’t really matter if our parents don’t get along. It just means we won’t be hosting any extended-family get-togethers anymore.
I lead my parents and sister through the house. We walk through the main hall, eventually coming upon the patio—which is ridiculously full of people today, for the first time ever. We had to get more wicker seating that matched what Gideon already had; it was quite obvious the alpha never saw himself entertaining.
Mercedes is hanging around her mates and Pax, while Gideon and Colter stand near Mr. and Mrs. Alabaster—Daniel and Laurie. Nice people. Daniel is an alpha, like his sons, but his brown hair is flecked with gray and his brown eyes have a few wrinkles around them. It’s what happens when you get older. Laurie, on the other hand, is an usual one: she’s a beta. A beautiful beta who radiates a kindness that would put any omega’s to shame, but behind that kindness likes a firm hand, something necessary to marry an alpha.
As we emerge, I say, “Look who’s here.” As I say it, my pack, my mates, break away from their little groups to come introduce themselves to my parents and my sister.
Pax offers his hand to my dad, the first to speak: “Pax Alabaster, sir—I mean Chase. Pax Chase now.” As they shake hands, he adds, “I’m still not used to that.”
“Good to meet you,” my dad says. “I’m Joseph.”
After that, Pax takes my mom’s hand, and she beams up at him, “Amelia.”
It’s Gideon’s turn after that, and he shakes both my parents’ hands before he says, “We met before, Amelia. I didn’t have the chance to speak with you much—” That’s to my dad. “—or you.” And that’s to Nicole.
Nicole giggles. “I’m Nicole.” She can’t stop glancing between me and my guys, like she still can’t believe it even though she’s seeing it with her own eyes.
Colter has his hands stuck in his jean pockets. He wears a long-sleeved shirt to hide his scars; he didn’t want anyone judging him, and none of us pushed him to wear anything he wasn’t comfortable with. He does, however, say hello by touching his forehead and flicking his hand out a bit.
“This is my nephew, Colter,” Gideon says. “He says hello.”
“Oh,” my mom says, taking in the beta anew, instantly recognizing him as one of my mates. “I remember reading about what happened to your parents, what was it? Eleven years ago? I’m so sorry, honey.”
