Chapter 58
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
The voices swirling through my mind are comforting.
One steady and even, another deep and intense. Discussing something I’m sure I don’t need to worry about, as long as these two are on it.
“Has this ever happened before?”
That was Zolkan. My broody mate.
It’s impossible to think of him as anything else, now that we’ve been together.
I might not know how I feel about it or what I should do…
But I know the haunting vulnerability and soul-searing love that filled his face while I rode him will stay with me.
Lodged between my lungs. For as long as I live.
How could anyone need me so much?
How could I possibly feel the same way about him?
I’ve only been on Khanos for a handful of weeks. I’ve yet to actually have this “heat” they all insist is coming. Plus, what about my friends? My life?
Images click through my memory. My usual bus stop, my cubicle, eating almost every meal out of plastic takeout containers or microwavable paper. Sitting alone on Christmas every year, because my friends had their shitty families—while I didn’t even have someone who wanted to claim me.
Truly, Addy and Capri are the only things about Earth I really miss.
Although between the last month and however long I was in stasis, they’ve probably properly mourned me by now.
Could I honestly just show back up? Am I really going to stage a dramatic escape, try to find my way to some sort of space station, and hitchhike across the galaxy? Alone?
My Omega whines, loud and frantic. I wince internally, recoiling from the stinging pain she projects through my abdomen. And, possibly, cowering from the fact that I think I she might be right.
It doesn’t matter how many times I try to talk myself out of it; I belong here. I can feel it. And that strange strand of rightness shines brighter than all the fear smoldering in piles around it.
A warm, velvet hand three times the size of mine cups my belly. Zolkan, I realize, resisting the urge to smile. He truly is obsessed with my stomach. Probably because of whatever breeding kink the big purple guy revealed during his rut.
Should I be alarmed by how into that I am?
Was! How into it I was.
My Omega snickers at me, and I internally narrow my eyes at her. Obviously, it’s hot to be stretched full of a cock three times larger than a normal man’s and stuffed with his proportionately big loads of—
My core contracts before I finish my thought, molten arousal slicking my pussy and thighs. The alpha behind me purrs over a growl while the other male gasps.
“No,” the second one finally answers. Though I’ve forgotten the question until he chokes out, “This has never happened before. Not that we know of.”
The one holding me speaks over his rumbling chest, his timbre grim. “Your eyes, Cylus. They are undeniable.”
Cylus. His eyes. Could that mean…
I want to peel back my own eyelids to see for myself, but I’m much too relaxed. Almost comatose, really. Floating on some semi-conscious plane of reality where all of this surreality makes sense.
Of course this second, equally huge, furry blue guy is also my mate.
Duh, my Omega pipes. I’ve been trying to tell you.
Yeah, yeah. My bad for not listening to the new voice in my head. Or heart. Or—
“It isn’t supposed to be possible,” Cylus murmurs in reply. The fingers softly tracing my brow quiver. “But I—”
“Love her,” Zolkan finishes. “You love her.”
Cylus blends his quieter, steadier purr over Zolkan’s. “Is that what this is?”
My royal alpha chuckles. “Yes.”
Oh my God. They are adorable, my Omega squeals.
I would try to shush her, but… yeah. They’re pretty fucking cute.
Especially when Cylus confesses, “I don’t think I ever loved anything else until her. The strength of this… the depth. I feel like I belong to her, now. Which isn’t possible, because she belongs to you.”
Another silence swells between them, thicker and more intense. “She will have to choose,” Zolkan finally rasps. “I’m not opposed to her having us both, but how could she bond with more than one mate? You said this has never been done before, correct?”
There’s that word again. Bond. It sparks through my center, white-hot longing firing under my lungs.
Cylus’s hand trembles again as he answers Zolkan, “No. I’m not sure if she can bond with any of us, given she’s a human.
Let alone more than one. I’ve been researching mates and bonding for the last span, not really sure why or what I was looking for…
Now I understand my underlying urgency, but this still makes no sense.
There is no history of omegas mating more than one alpha, let alone bonding them.
And I have no explanation for why you recognized her immediately, and I did not until today. ”
Zolkan’s grip on my stomach turns possessive. He strangles a snarl in his throat. “Do you think… Could there be more? Other alphas who will—”
Cylus growls, too. The sound is more vicious than any I’ve heard from him. Clearly, he likes that thought about as much as Zolkan does.
I wish I was awake enough to tell them it freaks me the fuck out, too. That, in fact, I’m utterly turned off by the notion of any other alpha. Aside from—
“Rask.”
Zolkan says his former best friend’s name with a note of solemn certainty. Which is right around the time everything I could never explain clicks together.
Rask seeing me through that cage and knowing he needed to select me.
Rask appearing on my windowsill, how my body and heart opened to him despite his reassurances that his “help” didn’t have to mean anything.
Flying over Rholoko in his arms. The delicate drape of his wings, wrapping around my body to keep him all to himself.
Oh God.
Oh no.
Could all three of them be my mates?
My Omega rolls her eyes again. It’s like you don’t listen at all.