Page 37 of Pack’s Pledge

“What should we do?”

“I don’t fucking know,” Adrian said, rubbing a hand over his face. “I can’t stand up right now, my dick’s too hard. Fucking omegas.” He sighed. “Fucking Beau. Why don’t we have a normal fucking omega who wants to stay home and… I don’t know, what do omegas normally do? Nest? Knit socks for their future pups, or some shit.”

“You don’t mean that,” I said unnecessarily.

“I don’t. I love the bastard. But to answer your question, I don’t know. You’re pack alpha.”

“Great,” I growled. “Thanks for that.” It was hard to think with the scent of Beau, minty and sweet, teasing at the edges of my brain. “He’s safe. He’s with Britt.” That was the only explanation for the excitement, the anticipation I could feel over the bond. “He knows we’re here,” I said.Here for him,I meant, but I didn’t say that.

Adrian nodded. “You’re right. He’ll come to us if he wants to.”

I took a sip of my water–and gulped it down, throat suddenly parched as a wave of lust rolled over me.

“What thehellare they doing,” I groaned softly, but Adrian still heard. I spread my legs wider under the table as my cock stiffened against my zipper. Beau and Britt were together, and I couldn’t tell who I was more aroused by: my omega, practically in heat…

Or her.

I was so fucked.

“This is the hardest part,” Adrian said next to me, grimacing. “Feeling them together without being able to touch her myself. Fuck,” he swore. His voice was hoarse, and the wash of “I want to, Conall.”

My cock throbbed, and I closed my eyes, allowing myself to indulge in the fantasy of the two of them—the three of us, the four of us—together. It was worn around the edges now with frequent use. I’d never expected it, but—

“It’s never been like this with his other hook-ups,” he said.

I paused for a moment too long. “That’s because they were all men,” I said finally, with a forced chuckle for good measure.

“Maybe,” he said, glancing at me out the corner of his eye. He knew I was lying as well as I did.

We all knew.

We hadn’t talked about it. We weren’tlikethat.

But we all knew.

It was because it was Britt.

“Or maybe,” he said, and I braced for it, for the conversation we’d been dancing around for weeks, for the—

My mouth filled with fear, bitter like bile, and both Adrian and I stood instantly, the heavy table rocking, two waters running in naturally carbonated, lightly salinated rivulets from the tabletop to the floor.

“Bathrooms–” I said, and Adrian and I were running, shoving our way through the crowded dancefloor and toward the dark back hallway, where the bathrooms were, where Beau was–

Beau.

“Fuck,” Adrian swore under his breath, and the panic rose higher.

And alongside it—

Guilt.

Because of course, ofcourse, I would do anything for Beau, anything he needed, I would throw a punch or take one, and whatever was happening with Beau, we could handle it, Beau and Adrian and I, but Britt—

Britt wasn’t supposed to see this. Shewasn’t supposed to be here, for this part. The danger. The violence.

The heat.

What had I expected,I thought desperately. I’d let myself get too close. I’d letherget too close to me, to Beau, to this pack. I’d let myself slip into complacency, without thinking through to the end, where it would never, never work, because Britt was a beta, she wasnormal, and I was...

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