Once Upon A Pack (Royalverse #1)

Chapter 50

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There are three men—three princes —on their knees.

For me .

And —oh lord —I don’t think I’m going to be able to protest.

They’re all so beautiful. Dair’s pale skin bathed in silver light, splattered with black ink. Bast’s golden glow and perfect face, so full of longing that my heart stutters. And Asher’s strong, regal features, the fire in his hazel eyes as he sets his glasses under my seat.

Under… my throne?

No , my Omega says. Ours . Our pack’s .

That makes it a bit easier to inhale. I’ve been asking myself for weeks if I can do this… but, really, it isn’t just me , is it? It’s us .

I’m not alone in this. I might have been on my own for most of the big, scary things that happened before fate handed me these men—but I don’t think I have to be anymore.

If I say yes and we bond… I’ll quite literally never be alone again.

But I’d have to find the courage to choose this. Them .

Is it really even a choice , though? It’s not as if I’m weighing up options, trying to determine what’s best for me. So why can’t I just say yes?

My Omega is quiet, her uncertainty mirroring mine. Asher sighs, his eyes turning tender as they take in my expression. “Goose,” he murmurs. “We aren’t going to disappear. You won’t wake up from your dream this time. It’s safe to believe.”

He understands me unlike anyone else. Because as he says the words, staring steadily into my eyes, they sail straight to the ache in my center, stabbing the fear twisting my stomach. I lose my breath and can’t get it back, replaying his words to myself. Trying to force them to sink into my heart.

It’s safe to believe .

Has it ever been, though?

When have I ever gotten anything good that I could keep?

And… how does he know I won’t wake up in my own bed, back in Maytown, tomorrow?

This— he —was my dream. Every wish on every star. All the secret hopes of my heart.

How could it possibly be safe to believe in that ?

My scent is already so potent, I can sense the salt my sadness sprinkles over it. Pain cracks through Dair’s features. His purr sharpens along with his essence, edging toward a growl.

“Fuck, baby,” he pants softly, burying his face against my left hand. “Is that what you think? That this isn’t real ?”

Bast’s toffee aroma gets nearly as salty as mine when he’s upset. The shift tickles my nose, turning me in his direction just in time to see him gulp.

Hurt hits my heart as guilt swamps my stomach. This beautiful alpha has never done anything but treat me with kindness and try to fulfill his duties to his pack. He doesn’t deserve to be doubted.

I open my mouth to babble an apology, but his scent suddenly recovers, turning back to the rich, nutty sweetness that makes my core slick. A handsome half-smile reveals the dimple I love so much.

“You know what helps me?” he murmurs. “When I can’t wake up from a dream?”

God, he’s always so kind. So good to me, even when I don’t deserve it. My throat thickens, turning my voice into a whisper. “What?”

His blue eyes flash. “A little jolt.”

Before his lips finish forming the words, Dair’s teeth nip at the thin skin of my wrist. I gasp, tingles skating down my spine and spreading through my pussy. It clenches, visibly gushing slick onto the blue velvet beneath me.

I don’t have time to be embarrassed—they all groan at the sight, their broad shoulders colliding as all three alphas try to get to my center first.

Tension pulls taut through the big, airy chamber as they eye one another. Asher’s the first to snap his gaze back to mine. “I know I said we were gentlemen,” he roughs out. “But I don’t think we can take turns this time.”