Chapter 30
Feral Nest, Haven, The Above
“ Rook has gone into his heat early. He told me that he can skip them but having one triggered this intensely caught us both by surprise. I didn’t expect to have to work out ways to keep an Omega in heat amused on the back of a motorcycle.” Harbinger strides into the Omega Chamber, clasping Laurent close to his athletic chest in a bridal carry that normally Laurent would bite any Alpha if they attempted.
Except now, Laurent is clinging to Harbinger with his face turned against his neck like he’s desperate for his scent and pheromones.
His fingers are wound around Harbinger’s hair.
Laurent has a designer gray biker jacket on over his suit, but it’s been unzipped and hangs open.
It’s the first time that I’ve seen Laurent’s long hair be a tangled, damp mess.
His eyes are glassy. He’s panting and sweating.
Fevered.
He’s deep into his heat.
Like this, he’s cute.
I’m going to enjoy his heats.
Perhaps, for this time every month at least, Laurent will be able to relax and allow out his inner Omega without flinching around Alphas.
Feral stalks forward, vibrating with worry like he’s desperate to rip Laurent out of Harbinger’s arms.
I can see how much he’s holding back his feral nature, when instead he kisses Harbinger in greeting, before kissing Laurent’s cheek.
Laurent turns his head to Feral.
His eyes light up, and he begins to purr.
Feral rests his hand on the back of Laurent’s neck soothingly. “S-safe now. Your Alpha is here.”
“How did you keep him amused?” River rushes forward.
Harbinger simply winks.
The moonlight streams across the sharp planes of Harbinger’s face.
Having spent a month apart from him, it strikes me hard just how gorgeous he truly is. Also, that he’s real, not a dream.
Mine .
“May I check him?” River asks.
Feral’s shoulders stiffen.
He tightens his hold on Laurent’s neck.
I take a step forward. “Fer, this is our Beta. Not a rival. And who has the medical qualifications in this chamber?”
Feral shoots River an apologetic glance, before crossing his arms and taking a step back.
River pats Feral on the arm in understanding, before resting the back of his hand on Laurent’s forehead to check his temperature.
River’s expression tightens.
When he glances back at me, I don’t need the spike of worry in the bond, to read the concern in his eyes.
Then he hurriedly takes hold of Laurent’s pulse to read it. “This is going to be an extreme heat. Laurent has spent his heats with nothing but toys before. Now this has hit fast.”
Laurent is still lucid enough to raise his head and rasp happily, “Home.”
I glow at that one word, home .
See, Laurent is all rose right now and no thorn.
Protectiveness flows through me.
Laurent risked his life through a shattered bond to save me in my heat. Now, I’m going to make this the best heat of his life.
The best bonding experience as well because I know how much Laurent has feared being bonded his entire life.
Yet those bonds would have been forced and loveless.
The ones that the Feral pack are offering him are willing and with a love that will last a lifetime.
Yet he needs to be asked now, while he’s still lucid enough to give consent.
“Put him down in the nest,” I urge.
I kneel on the side of the bed, patting down the center of the nest of clothes. I wrinkle my nose at the delicious smell of our mingled scents.
I’m glad that we finished the Omega Chamber in time now.
Harbinger kneels by the side of the bed too, carefully laying the writhing Laurent next to me.
River throws himself down on the side of the bed next to the plushies, searching through them like an overexcited golden retriever. He drags out the toy rook, before throwing it into the center of the nest.
Then he retrieves the king and queen and adds them as well. “Ah ha! For you, la mia rosa!”
“For me?” Laurent glances around the room, before his eyes open in wonder. “An Omega Chamber?”
I push my hands into my lap.
Please let him like it.
I’ve never been able to do something like this for anybody before.
Laurent stares up at the glowing moon and sun light, the origami and fresh flowers, and the mural.
“Do you like it?” I whisper.
Laurent is an elite who has flown around the world. He must have grown up seeing the best and most luxurious Omega Chambers.
My stomach sinks.
Why did I think that this would be good enough for Laurent?
Laurent burrows deeper into clothes, before snatching the rook toy to his chest. “It’s perfect.”
Feral puffs up with pride. “Omega Chamber f-for my Omegas.”
“Thank you.” Laurent turns to kiss me.
His lips are hot and dry, but his eyes are cool.
Despite his heat, he’s still able to calculate more than I’ll ever be able to.
I’m certain that he understands what this room means to all of us.
I’d bet that he knows what we’re going to ask before we do. Perhaps, he’ll always be at least five moves ahead of me. Weirdly, that makes me feel as safe as Feral’s uber dominance does.
River opens the fridge, pulling out a cold bottle of water. He twists off the top and holds it to Laurent’s mouth, helping him to drink.
Laurent takes deep swallows.
When Feral drags off his t-shirt, hurling it to the floor, I can tell that he’s been pulled into rut already.
Now that Harbinger is finally able to focus on something other than the writhing Omega in his arms, he looks around in shock. “Weren’t you busy, while we were away. This is an incredible surprise. I also like surprise BJs. Just putting it out there. Wait, is that cute wolf on the wall me ? Where are his claws and fangs?”
“That’s the fluffy, soft you on the inside.” I struggle not to laugh.
I fail.
Harbinger arches his pierced eyebrow. “ Fluffy…? Soft…? You should be able to see by the sweat on my neck and how hard I am in these leather pants that I’m almost in rut myself. So, I’ll have twenty-four hours to show you just how much of the bad boy is still here, Kitten.”
“Promise?”
River beckons to Feral, trying to keep him calm by distracting me. “Help me strip our Omega.”
Feral nods
I scoot closer to Harbinger to give Feral room to prowl to the nest and slink like a tiger across the bed to Laurent.
“Alpha,” Laurent gasps, reaching for Feral.
Feral snarls into the kiss, as he pins Laurent beneath him.
It’s mesmerizing to watch the two men together, as they kiss each other hungrily.
Feral cages his Omega beneath him. They hump against each other.
“They’re fucking hot together.” Harbinger slides to palm across his crotch. “One day, I’ll fuck them both. I’ll bend them over our couch and take them, while your watch.”
I choke on my tongue. “It’s nice to be ambitious.”
No way is he fucking Feral.
Feral breaks off kissing Laurent to glance over his shoulder at Harbinger.
Shit, he heard .
Is Harbinger trying to get his ass kicked?
Except, Feral only gives the other Alpha a heated look that makes my cheeks flush.
I choke on my tongue again.
“Ambition is good, see?” Harbinger whispers into my ear. I shiver. He loops his arms around my waist, licking the shell of my ear. “Don’t worry, you’ll be watching, as long as you can be a good little Kitty and not touch yourself.”
I groan.
Harbinger lowers one of his hands to tease down my stomach and then underneath my pajama bottoms.
I buck up into his touch, as he circles my clit.
I still struggle to turn my head. “An early heat, huh? All on the ride home? I don’t suppose that you had anything to do with that? For example, being the mean Alpha playing with his Omega like you’re playing with me now?”
“I resent the implication that…” Harbinger smirks. “I can’t even hold onto the false outrage. You mean playing… like this? ”
Harbinger taps hard on my clit, and I arch with a desperate gasp.
When he chuckles, his breath gusts across my cheek. “Put away the protective claws, Kit. I may have just dared Rook to ride a certain part of his Alpha, while driving a particularly bumpy stretch of mountain road…”
“Called it.” River waves his hand in the air.
Feral and River are now stripping Laurent, who is writhing in the blankets.
It feels right that he’ll be the only naked member of the pack in the bed, at least to begin with.
“You know that Omegas who bite and bond also fall into the same heat cycles, when they live together.” I narrow my eyes. “I guess it was so that packs in more difficult times in the past weren’t at risk by having too many days caught in ruts. I hope your knot is feeling strong because after Laurent’s heat, I’m going to fall into mine.”
Harbinger freezes.
“Whoops, sore knots all around. But also, delirious pleasure for forty-eight hours too.” He pushes himself fully onto the nest. “Will you manage that, Sunshine? Do you want to call over Bliss to help?”
River pulls off the final piece of Laurent’s clothing, his shirt, folding it neatly. “I’ve gone years barely sleeping. This last month is the first time that I’ve had a proper night’s sleep because I feel safe. Forty-eight hours is nothing. I’ll grab naps. You all just worry about meeting each other’s needs. I’ll be here, supporting you. I always will.”
“You always have.” I smile. “Thanks, Riv.”
“You’re a better Beta — person — than I deserve in my life.” Harbinger looks uncomfortable, playing with the zip on his jacket. “But I’m fucking glad that you accepted me into this pack. I love you, Sunshine.”
River’s face lights up. “I adore you, mio amore.”
Harbinger cockily runs his hand through his hair. “Who wouldn’t.”
To be fair, he’s so fucking gorgeous that he has a point.
River teasingly rolls his eyes.
“I missed you, Chase.” I say, softly.
Harbinger reacts to the Chase like I’ve struck him with electricity. He turns back to me with an aching yearning.
I grab Harbinger by his leather jacket and yank him closer to me.
He’s still wearing his boots and smells of oil and leather.
“We all did,” I add.
Harbinger’s expression becomes more vulnerable. “A wolf always comes back to their pack.”
He kisses me, deep and filled with longing.
“And an Omega in heat,” Laurent says, sharply, “is likely to bite, if he’s not fucked right now .”
“Ah, there’s the thorn that we all know and love.” River laughs. “I was beginning to be worried there for a moment.”
He places down the water bottle and runs his hand firmly up and down Laurent’s cock, making him whine.
I’m not sure if it’s in reward or punishment.
“Good boy, telling us what you need,” Harbinger says.
Does he think that Laurent is joking about the biting?
Laurent bares his teeth, even though his cheeks tint with a pleased pink. “Come closer and call me good boy again. I can’t nip you over there.”
It’s a relief to know that even beneath the sudden heat induced sweetness, Laurent can still prick us.
Laurent was a virgin, when I first met him. He’d never been willingly touched or kissed. He’s trusted me to teach him pleasure. It’s been an incredible journey so far, and I can’t wait to show him the joy of his Omega instincts.
I’m relieved that he’s lucid enough to give consent about bonding.
When I meet Feral’s gaze, he nods.
Harbinger grabs my hand and drags me toward Laurent almost like he wants to be bitten. “Your Alpha had better come closer then hadn’t he, big bad Omega?”
“We have a question.” I reach for Laurent, clasping his hand.
Feral needs a moment. I know that he wants to ask the question himself.
Laurent looks between us.
“Will. You. Bond. With. Us. All?” Feral struggles to say without stuttering.
I’m so fucking proud of him that he manages it.
Feral shoots me a delighted look underneath his eyelashes at his success, and I give him the thumbs up.
Laurent’s eyelashes flutter shut, as another wave of heat hit him.
My confidence crashes.
Is he going to say no?
I assumed that Laurent would want to bond with us.
He gave me a bonding bite but he hasn’t been officially bonded by the other members because this is his first heat since we met.
Despite everything, however, are bonds still too traumatic for Laurent? He’s danced away from the subject, every time that I’ve raised it.
Have I misjudged this?
I tremble.
Then Laurent’s gaze snaps open, meeting mine. “I’ve told you that I love you. Bought this house for us. Rearranged my entire life to be with you. Introduced Harbinger to my family and friends. You’d better want to bond with me. Now, before I self-combust from the sun burning me from the inside, fuck me .”
Well, that clears that up.
River burst into laughter, breaking the tension.
Yep, this is my perfect male Omega.
Laurent could kick all our asses, even two cage fighters, a mafia heir, and a badass resistance member.
“It sounds like our feisty Omega is trying to order around his Alphas.” Harbinger quirks his pierced eyebrow at Feral. “You should teach him a lesson. How about showing him how much pleasure there is for good Omegas who follow the commands of a dominant Alpha?”
Laurent snorts. “As long as it’s a dominant Alpha who knots me.”
When Harbinger’s dancing gaze meets Feral’s, something passes between the two Alphas.
Suddenly, they look dangerous.
My eyes widen with alarm because there’s a hidden message there.
How about showing him much pleasure there is for good Omegas who follow the commands of a dominant Alpha…?
“What are you planning?” I demand.
Then I realize their secret plan, a moment before Feral turns to Laurent and studies him darkly.
An Alpha Bark.
A couple of weeks ago, licking pistachio gelato off spoons together in the kitchen, I’d raised the suggestion that Feral try using his Alpha Bark with all of us in bed.
To be fair, I should have chosen a different moment to ask.
Gelato time, after a delicious dinner cooked by River, when he treats us to one of his Sicilian meals, has become our favorite times of the day.
Possibly, Feral’s the most.
Feral has barely eaten more than a handful of foods before.
Every pack member is showing him a world that’s wide and beautiful and overflowing with love.
Our Beta soulmate makes sure that we never run out of chocolate chip gelato.
Feral finds it hard to say that things are his favorite because in the Underworld that was never a question that anybody bothered to ask him.
His brother, as the adopted son, was offered the best of everything. Lionzio’s preferences had the Beta servants scurrying to make sure that it was supplied.
But who cared what the freak in the cage liked?
Now, however, River makes sure not only to ask Feral his opinion, but to then stock the fridge with his favorites.
Laurent does the same with the rest of the house.
Feral’s happy but bewildered expression every time that one of us takes the time to check what he wants, before something as simple as making tea or coffee, both breaks and heals my heart at the same time.
In the same way, I raised whether the others would like to experience Feral’s Alpha Bark.
Feral had told me how much he’d like to try it with the other dynamics, since he never has.
Yet he knows how strong his dominance is.
He didn’t want there to be a risk that any of the others agreed but were actually unwilling.
He knows too much about being forced.
River leaped to his feet, however, waving his spoon around in excitement (enough to send a freezing blob of ice cream flying onto Harbinger’s cheek). “Mio re, I thought that you’d never ask.”
Harbinger tapped his messy cheek.
River smiled, sheepishly, before leaning down to lick the ice-cream off Harbinger’s cheek.
“It doesn’t force me, right?” Laurent’s jaw clenched. “I’ve suffered Alpha Commands. I’m not a fan.”
I grasped his hand. “Dad used Alpha Commands against me, and Alpha Barks are nothing like them. They don’t force you to obey. Instead, if you choose to, then you’re rewarded with overwhelming pleasure. You’re in charge.”
Laurent’s gaze slides to Feral. “What about our Alpha? How does it feel for you?”
“It’s th-the best f-feeling.” Feral tilts his head. “Like being complete.”
“Overwhelming pleasure.” Harbinger counts off on his fingers. “And making my Chief Alpha feel complete. Count me in.”
Now, Feral’s almost black eye has darkened in desire to fully black.
His rumbling growl echoes around the room.
The hairs on the back of my neck rise. Feral’s dominant pheromones roll over me.
I can smell the slick that rushes down Laurent’s thighs.
I still don’t understand how he manages to look like an erotic photograph, with his pale limbs spread out in our nest.
I want to see him taken apart.
“Omegas, lie still next to each other.” Feral’s Alpha Bark makes me tingle all over.
Immediately, I lie down next to Laurent, keeping hold of his hand.
“Fuck, was that an Alpha Bark…?” Laurent’s eyes widen.
I gasp, arching my back. “Try obeying.”
Waves of pleasure cascade over me, rewarding me for following Feral’s order.
My pussy is wet. My core throbs.
Laurent watches me in avid fascination. Encouraged at my whines of pleasure, he struggles to stop writhing and lie still.
Instantly, he hisses out a shocked breath. His pupils dilate.
Slick gushes down his thighs.
“Fuck.” He whines, tossing his head side to side. “That’s incredible. I like this game. Somebody better touch me. Now .”
“Still demanding?” Harbinger grins at Feral. “How about teaching our fierce Omegas another lesson?”
“How about I t-teach my Second Alpha one?” Feral grabs Harbinger by the scruff of the neck and shakes him.
River leans over Laurent and amuses himself by alternating kissing us and holding his lips just out of our reach, if we don’t want to move.
When I desperately attempt to stretch my neck up, River licks his tongue out to reach the tip of mine.
“Want something?” He teases.
“My Beta soulmate,” I murmur.
“You.” Laurent is shaking with desire. “Always.”
River glances at Feral. “May I, mio re…?”
Is he asking whether he can bond first with Laurent?
In any other pack, a Beta would be beaten for daring to ask that question.
There is a lot of prejudice against Betas because they’re knotless.
A Chief Alpha must rut with an Omega first and always bond first.
Yet the Ferals are different. The fact that River now believes that he’s worthy of asking whether he may bond first, and Feral grants him the right, shows that River is beginning to understand that.
River leans down to finally kiss me like I’ve been craving.
I sigh into the kiss.
“Shall we bond our Omega together?” River murmurs against my lips.
“Please,” I say.
River raises his eyebrow at Feral.
Feral is still holding tightly onto Harbinger, toying over the other Alpha’s hard crotch.
Harbinger’s chest is rising and falling.
Both Alphas are watching Laurent and me hungrily but they’re holding themselves back to let River take the lead.
Feral nods. “ Harley, move and bite th-the good Omega next to you .”
Instantly, the first Alpha Bark command is lifted. A new one washes over me.
I grin, pushing myself up into a crouch next to Laurent. I’m trembling with desire.
I lower my mouth to Laurent’s neck, which smells deliciously of his rose chocolate scent. I kiss and lick across his sensitive skin, until he’s even more of a fevered mess.
I gently push his silky hair out of the way.
Next to me, River pushes Laurent’s thighs apart, settling between them.
He grips Laurent’s cock, stroking it firmly and making Laurent hump frantically into his hand. Then he leans down on the opposite side of Laurent’s neck, kissing down it.
“Who’s biting who now?” Harbinger smirks.
In punishment, Feral grazes his own teeth down Harbinger’s neck.
It only makes Harbinger’s long eyelashes flutter.
“Shit, that’s good.” Harbinger groans.
River and I exchange a look.
I’ve wanted to claim a male Omega for most of my life.
Now, I can claim one who is my soulmate.
A man who I respect, admire, and love with all my heart.
I bite at the same time as River does.
I love that our bonds are taboo in society.
Fuck the rest of the world.
This is my Omega. I’m bonding with him.
Laurent howls, clutching the rook plushie that’s fallen next to him. The pleasure from the bonds must be mixing with the one from the Alpha Bark, since he’s forcing himself to remain still.
It is for me, as I obey by biting.
It’s mind-blowing.
As the waves crash over me, so does my orgasm.
I scream, caught unaware by the ecstasy. I fall back into the nest.
River licks both the bites, as Laurent shivers and purrs.
“I love you all,” Laurent shakily murmurs.
Dazed, I don’t know as I stare up at the sun and moon ceiling, whether the stars that I’m seeing are real.
River glances at me, before slipping to lie next to me. “Okay, l’anima gemella?”
“Intense,” I whisper.
“It looked like it.” River grazes his thumb over my clothed nipple, and I whine. “And we’re only just getting started.”
Finally unable to remain nothing more than a voyeur, Feral growls, before he pounces on Laurent.
He drags Harbinger with him. “ Alpha, prepare my Omega for my knot.”
Harbinger’s eyes widen, when he realizes that the Alpha Bark is directed at him.
Just for a moment, he hesitates.
Then his expression becomes cold and as villainous as when I fought him in the ring.
Uh-oh.
“My pleasure, Devil Alpha.” Harbinger grabs River by the arm and swings him with military precision back between Laurent’s legs. “I’m delegating. There’s nothing in the rules about that, right? Get to work, Sunshine.”
“Also, my pleasure.” River bends over, running his tongue up and down Laurent’s cock.
Then River teases lower over Laurent’s balls and lower still.
“Fuck, what are you doing with your tongue...?” Laurent’s back arches. “Do that again.”
At the same time, Harbinger falls forward over me. He’s shaking, and I stroke my hand over his back.
“The sensation of obeying the Alpha Bark is powerful, isn’t it?” I soothe Harbinger with my pheromones.
He swallows, as sweat drips down the long line of his throat.
I don’t know what an Alpha Bark feels like used by one Alpha on another. But it’s the ultimate sign of trust between Alphas.
Harbinger is having a strong reaction to it.
His cheeks are flushed, and he’s struggling to catch his breath.
Feral’s thick brows knot in concentration, as he watches River and Laurent together.
Bare chested, thickly corded with muscles and bisected with scars, he’s no longer the God of War in this nest.
But there’s no doubt by the way that he’s issuing orders and dominantly watching us all that he’s the God of the Ferals.
We all love it that way.
“ Beta ,” Feral gives another Alpha Bark, “ finger our Omega ready for my knot .”
Feral pushes his leather trousers and underwear down to allow his giant cock free. He’s already fully hard.
“Alpha, you’re big.” Laurent stares at Feral’s knot but not as if he’s intimidated, rather like he’s hungry.
I remember the intensity of my own heat. What it’s like to feel empty, desperately in need to be filled by a knot.
While River slips one finger and then another into Laurent to prepare him, I kiss Harbinger.
Harbinger pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “I could kiss you forever, Kitten.”
Beside me, Feral drags Laurent away from River like he’s a cave Alpha dragging his prize Omega back to his cave.
Then he throws him down in the center of the pile of toy chess pieces.
Feral cages our Omega.
When he kisses Laurent, it’s more like a snarl. But then, Laurent kisses Feral back just as savagely.
River, Harbinger, and I watch — transfixed — as Feral pounds into Laurent, while Laurent bites and scratches and fucks with a wildness that I’ve never seen before.
See, Laurent’s inner Omega is emerging in his heat.
Perhaps, it’s a combination of his extreme heat combined with the Alpha Bark.
Whatever it is, we need to tap into this side of him more often.
“Shit.” Harbinger turns onto his back, pillowing his head on his arms. “Rook truly does bite, and scratch, and fuck like a feral Omega. I pity anyone who is tricked that Rook is some sweet, submissive elite. Look at them go.”
I nudge Harbinger’s side. “Join them. Fer is already close to knotting him. Fer won’t be able to get out the words. I love how you help him to communicate.”
Harbinger kisses me lightly. “He helps me too. He can understand me at a glance. No one has been able to do that. Like the dominant glance that he’s shooting me now over his shoulder, while still pinning his Omega down and pistoning into him like a champ…? It means get your ass over here .”
“Get going then, mio amore.” River settles next to me, taking my hand.
Harbinger pushes himself up, crawling through the nest to rest his hand on Laurent’s cheek.
Laurent turns to nip his palm. But he’s purring, deep and beautiful.
Harbinger grips Laurent’s chin to gain his attention. “Rook, will you accept the bond of the Feral pack?”
“Yes,” Laurent gasps. “ Please .”
“Good Omega.” Harbinger kisses him.
Harbinger glances over Laurent at Feral.
The two Alphas smile, clutching each other’s hands.
Then they both lean to place their mouths on either side of Laurent’s neck above the bond bites that River and I left.
Feral’s hips stutter, and he starts to knot Laurent.
Laurent wails and comes. Pearly liquid spurts onto his stomach.
But he’s still hard. He’s going to come again.
Laurent is shaking, tied to Feral’s knot.
Overstimulated, he comes for a second time.
Instantly, the two Alphas bite down on his throat.
As Laurent screams in pleasure, I feel my men’s pure joy through the bond.
It’s more than joy.
It’s the completeness that Feral spoke about.
I understand it now.
This is my bonded pack.
My family.
My home.
We’ve bled, suffered, and fought for everything that we have.
We’d die…kill…to hold onto it.
I don’t only have this pack, of course, I also have my duty to the Battles. But my men are supporting me with that. I know that they’ll stand at my side in life as much as in a fight.
I don’t need to live in fear that everything I have will be taken away, broken, or lost any longer.
Dad made me fear pack bonds.
Yet they’ve saved me.
Bliss and Piper run a secret mission for the resistance to protect dynamics from forced bonds. Lionzio is deeply involved, and I want to support them as well.
After experiencing this joy with Laurent, I want that more than ever.
Anxiety spikes through me at the thought of what is happening to my favorite rock star, Jin.
Is he in danger?
I know that Bliss is on the case. Can she save him?
Yet whatever comes next, I am confident that I can face it with my family around me.
We are no longer the rejected outcasts.
Maybe I was once Cinderella. I met my Prince Charmings, however, if the princes were a biker, mafia heir, Grandmaster, and cage fighter.
I will always be a fighter.
But now, I’m something that I never thought I could be.
I’m free.
Pack bonds truly do change everything.
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