Epilogue
TWO YEARS LATER
Grant’s hips dimple under my grip, and his whimpering groan has me panting and slick.
“Fuck, Omega.” His voice is strangled and muffled as he buries his face in the sheets of my nest.
Sweat rolls down my spine as I thrust into him.
The guys make this look so easy. The first time I fucked Grant with a strap-on, I did not make it very long on top.
He ended up shoving me to my back and riding me while I jerked him off.
The o-ring around the base of the toy vibrates, and the pressure of his weight and movement hit my clit just right as he chased his pleasure on the toy.
We fell apart together, and when the Alphas got home and found us sprawled naked together, they were pissed they missed the show.
They’re missing this one, too.
I angle my hips like Derrick taught me until I’m stroking into Grant in a way that has him begging. I love that sound and know exactly what he’s asking for.
His dick is heavy and leaking when I reach around him to grip it in my fist. He fucks himself on me, alternating between pushing back on the fake cock and thrusting into my hand. When he comes with a sweet and pathetic moan and collapses onto the plush surface, I follow him right down.
My beautiful Beta is spent, but I’m not worried about being left wanting.
Ivan and Derrick leer at me from the doorway of the nest. They’ve been standing there for a few minutes, watching us together and biding their time.
I smelled the burst of their pheromones when they walked in and saw what we were doing, and now that Grant is taken care of, they’ve set their sights on me.
Derrick’s gaze is predatory as he stalks closer, pulling his shirt off as he moves.
Ivan looks giddy, bouncing as he crosses to me. “You two started the party without us.” It’s a playful chastising from him, but I still fix my face in a pout.
“I’m sorry, Alpha. I just felt so needy.”
Twin predatory growls answer, and they’re both on top of me in seconds. Ivan works on getting the strap off of me while Derrick grabs my hair and exposes my neck.
“Are you saying you’re not a well-taken care of Omega? That your Alphas aren’t good to you?”
As soon as the harness is off my hips, Ivan dives between my legs and licks up the slick mess left behind. Derrick tightens his grip on my hair and grabs my chin, making sure I am locked in his storm colored eyes.
“Ivan, don’t let her come. Our girl needs to be taught a lesson.”
Marlie’s pretty voice sings about broken hearts for the fifteenth time as I work on getting the clip cut down to the perfect twenty-second sound bite. She didn’t know I was recording at her open mic last week.
That I have been recording her for weeks.
It’s taken me a few years, but I finally know how I’m going to get Marlie back for signing me up for Knot What You Expected. Even though it worked out wonderfully for me, I can’t let her get away with her meddling.
She’s been lulled into a false sense of safety by this point. I bet she’s forgotten that I swore I’d get her back one day.
“Still working on the application?” Ivan braces himself in my doorway, arms crossed over his chest.
“I’m almost done. I’ve already got the letter written already. I just need to get the video right.”
With the Band is the newest concept show from the producers of Knot What You Expected.
Five massive names in the music industry will build a band from individual submissions, who will compete for a recording contract.
Every submission must be from a single person.
No preformed bands or duos will be accepted.
Each coach has to choose a vocalist, guitarist, bassist, and drummer.
They’re all given a fifth ‘wildcard’ spot to round out the band.
Marlie is a triple threat. She has the voice of an angel, can play guitar, and her theatre background means she can dance, too. They’d be fools not to put her as the lead of a band.
My Alpha crosses the room and leans over my shoulder as I press play again. “It looks like the clips played at the beginning of a true crime special. ‘Susan lit up the room’ type shit. And then we find out her Alpha murdered her.”
I smack him on the chest with the back of my hand. “It does not!”
I did my best to find a mix of clips to make the submission video well-rounded. Ivan rests his ass on my desk as I finish up and attach it to the submission email. Marlie did such a spectacular job writing my application letter for Expected, so I have spent weeks making sure hers is top-notch.
She needs this.
She’s been down lately because she still hasn’t met her pack. She could use the distraction. I hate seeing how she’s losing some of her spark every time she comes back from a social empty-handed.
Ivan peeks over my shoulder at the email. “It looks good, sweetie. They’d be a fool not to accept her. It’s missing one big thing, though.”
I run my eyes over the words again, but I don’t think I left anything out.
I’ve talked about her passion, her background, and her skills.
I went personal, talking about her teaching career and touching on her relationship with her parents and brothers.
I even managed to convince them to give me some childhood videos of Marlie dancing and singing to put in her audition tape.
They’d be fools if they didn’t accept her.
“What am I missing?”
He taps the “cc” line of the email. “You didn’t include Bradley and Bridgette in the email.”
Ivan hands me a glass of wine before throwing himself onto the couch next to me.
“What are we watching tonight?”
I click through the streaming offerings, wrinkling my nose at the options on offer. “Nothing sounds good.”
“Can we watch that campy horror movie?” Grant leans around the kitchen wall with a dish rag in his hands. “Where they’re having a sleepover, and then someone dies, so they start turning on one another?”
“No, we watched that two weeks ago.” Derrick flops onto the floor at my feet. I throw my legs over his shoulders and wiggle my toes. I don’t have to ask, he knows what I want and starts massaging my soles.
Ivan throws out the next suggestion. “What about the one where the NPC of a game is the main character?”
Grant finishes up in the kitchen and squeezes between Ivan and the arm of the couch. “Eh. A stand-up special?”
Derrick makes a dismissive noise. Our tastes in comedy are so different that it’s hard to find one we all like. Whenever we end up watching a special, it’s a given that at least two of us spend most of it with our faces in our phones.
Sometimes, I forget that it was less than three years ago that I learned the truth about Sax. Things just work with the four of us, and sometimes it feels like we’ve been together forever with how in sync we are.
In the aftermath of the show, we all received a lot more attention than we were used to.
Grant was able to quit his job as a pharmaceutical sales rep and focus on modeling.
He’s done several print campaigns and has even been on a few billboards.
He was invited last week to model for a famous underwear line, and I’m going to fly to New York with him for the photoshoot.
His social media has blown up, and he’s constantly getting hit up for brand deals.
Ivan got a promotion from a very expensive pencil pusher at a cell phone company to the lead pencil pusher at the same company. That didn’t have anything to do with the show, but he’s convinced that the only reason they looked at his application for the role was that they recognized his name.
I never cared much about my job as an accountant, so when I was contacted by a charity focused on fundraising for Foresaken Omega Syndrome research and asked to join the organization, I jumped at it.
It has been so good for my soul to know that every day I am working toward ensuring that what happened to Calvin never happens again.
We have a long way to go, because they still don’t know how to create synthetic pheromones, but it feels like every day we learn something new about the disease.
Derrick was brought on as a partner at a PT Practice, and he’s starting to be a bit pickier about the clients he takes on, so his hours are getting better.
We make sure to spend every Saturday night together as a pack, whether it’s playing board games, watching movies, or going on a date, it doesn’t matter. Unless Grant is traveling for shoots, then it gets shifted a day or two.
“Well, that’s three no’s, you all know what that means.” I exit the service we’re on, switch to one of the other four we have, and pull up the search. “Time for another rewatch of Unexplainable and Bizarre!”
“Actually, that sounds good. It’s been a while since we’ve gotten in a fight. Let me go get a snack first.” Derrick shoves my feet away and heads to the kitchen. “Anyone need another drink?”
“Oh my God!”
Derrick comes running back into the room at my exclamation. “What?”
I point at the screen. “It has a red banner! It says coming soon!”
“No fucking way.” My Alpha leans over the back of the couch, squinting behind his glasses.
“Why would I lie about something like this?” I click into our favorite show and page over until I find a trailer for the new season.
“Oh, apparently it got picked up last year.” Ivan grins over the top of his phone.
I knew it was put on streaming services shortly after our season aired because of all the chatter, but I didn’t expect this.
“So many people were streaming it that it was greenlit for a new season. You two single-handedly brought back your favorite television show.”
Grant snags Ivan’s phone to read it for himself. “Then why weren’t they asked to host it? God, how cool would that have been?”
I press play on the trailer, which mostly features spooky music and a deep-voiced narrator talking over establishing shots of different locations. It’s nothing revolutionary, but I’m on the edge of my seat.
“Join me, Remington Burke, along with my Omega cohost, Emmett Montgomery, as we travel around the world and investigate the Unexplainable and Bizarre.”
“Who’s Remington Burke?” Derrick asks once the trailer is done.
Ivan grabs my glass of wine and takes a sip, like he doesn’t have his own drink. “He’s an Alpha comedian. He’s one of the big ones on social media.”
I snatch it back. “Why would they invite a comedian to host?”
Grant looks up from his phone. “I wonder if he doesn’t believe in the paranormal? I looked up Emmett Montgomery, and he’s a well-known paranormal investigator. They may be setting him up to be the butt of Remmington’s jokes.”
“If that’s true, I’m going to be pissed. Putting an Omega in a position to be made fun of by an Alpha for what, ratings?” I accept the bowl of popcorn that Derrick hands me and shove a handful in my mouth.
“I think we’ve learned there are a lot of things they’ll do for ratings.” My Alpha’s eyes sparkle behind his glasses. “I seem to remember that a certain show challenged an Omega to bond with two strangers.”
Never once in the two and a half years since I bonded with the guys have I regretted it. They annoy the shit out of me sometimes, but I’d be worried if they didn’t. Being in a pack with the three of them just makes sense.
“And their ratings haven’t been as high since.”
I hope you enjoyed Ariana, Derrick, Grant, and Ivan’s story. They deserve their happily ever after!