45. Luna
Luna
E verything is a blur. There’re so many different scents of different alphas, all of whom seem angry at something. It’s scary, but I cling to the familiar scents of my guys.
My pack.
They came for me. They saved me. I swallow hard, my throat feeling raw. At least it only hurts because of my screams and the headlock and not something worse. Like an unwanted bond mark.
I could feel it, a few more minutes of that torture and I may have given in.
I hear the slam of car doors and suddenly, I’m enveloped in all of their scents. Only their scents.
“It hurts,” I whimper, clawing at Kane’s shirt like I’m trying to rip it off. “I need—I need?—”
Tears fill my eyes when his shirt isn’t magically disappearing.
“We’re gonna get you help, Luna, don’t worry. Just hang in there,” Kane murmurs.
I don’t want help, I want him. I want all of them. Need all of them. I need their knots or else I know I’m going to die.
“Shirt off,” I say, tugging at it.
Kane dutifully tears off his shirt as the car screeches around a corner.
The skin-to-skin contact momentarily soothes my frayed nerves.
“What the hell did that fucker give you?” Archer growls, his voice dangerously low.
I reach out a trembling hand towards him, and he grasps it, lacing our fingers together.
“An—an artificial heat drug or something,” I say. “He—he wanted me to agree to bond with him.”
A wave of cramps so painful I’d vomit if I had anything in my system hit me, and I let out a keening wail. I rub my legs together, trying to get some relief. My slick has soaked through my panties and my pajama shorts at this point.
“Take off your shirt too, man,” Chase orders Archer, turning around in the front passenger seat. “I’m worried about what easing her need will do since I’ve got no clue what that drug did to her, but skin-to-skin contact with both of you will help.”
Archer rips off his shirt and Kane turns me so I’m in his lap between them. I feel Archer at my back through my tank top.
“Please,” I whimper. I’d beg so much harder if my brain was functional enough to form words, but I seem to have to settle for one word statements.
“We’re getting you somewhere safe, Angel,” Madden says from the driver’s seat. “We’ll get you some help, we promise.”
I cling to Archer and Kane, tears starting to flow down my cheeks again.
“You guys came,” I whisper. “To rescue me.”
“Of course,” Archer says. The intensity of his statement is so definitive it squashes any doubt I had taking root in my heart.
“And you’re all alive,” I sob.
“We are,” Madden says, looking back at me through the rear view mirror .
“I was so scared.” I bury myself in Kane’s arms, soaking into his pine forest scent.
“We’re here,” Madden says, pulling sharply into a parking lot. “Let’s take her up the back way. Charlotte is already waiting in the apartment upstairs.”
The world is a blur again as the cool winter air touches my burning skin. Kane hurries up a flight of stairs and I bounce in his arms.
“Holy fuck,” Charlotte says. “Come in, hurry, I guess it’s good I sent my alphas back downstairs. What happened? What’s wrong with her scent?”
Kane carries me further into the apartment, sitting down on a couch somewhere.
“Artificial heat-inducing drug. Black market, probably,” Chase grunts.
“Got it.” Charlotte immediately seems to enter doctor mode because she leans over my face, her concerned expression coming into view. “You’re gonna feel a prick on your finger, okay Luna? I’m gonna test some of your hormones really quickly.”
I nod, but a whine still leaves my throat when she pries one of my hands away from Kane’s chest. I feel a prick on my index finger and hear the beep of a machine she presses to the drop of blood.
“Okay, while that’s running, let me check that bullet wound,” she says, untying the bloody t-shirt still tied to my arm. Her eyebrows go up when she sees the gauze wrapped around my arm. “Holy shit, someone packed your wound?”
I nod again, swallowing hard and trying to get my voice to work. “It—it was another omega. She—she said she would call?” I turn my gaze to the guys of my pack.
“We got the call, little one,” Kane murmurs. “She told us where to find you.”
Tears of relief fill my eyes. “I’m glad.”
“This is gonna sting, but I have to re-pack the wound, okay?”
“Without—without pain meds? ”
“No, with pain meds, of course. I’ll use local anesthetic.” Her eyes go wide in realization. “Did she pack your bullet wound without anything?”
I nod, a shiver running down my spine at the memory of the pain. I don’t think about it for too long though, because another wave of cramps hit me and I let out a keening whine from the back of my throat.
“Shhhh,” Madden purrs, kneeling down in front of the sofa. He brushes back some of my sweaty hair away from my face. “We’re gonna take care of you, Angel. I promise. Just a little bit longer.”
I reach out and hold his hand to my cheek, breathing in his calming dark chocolate scent. I have to admit, when I felt the wave of his dominance flood the room as he barked at Alpha Niall—who apparently isn’t actually named Niall—I felt a gush of slick flood from my pussy. It was so hot.
I feel the sting of a needle in my arm, and a lot of uncomfortable tugging, but I don’t dare look over at what Charlotte is doing.
“Fuck, she went through that conscious and unmedicated?” Archer mumbles to Chase.
“You’re a fucking trooper,” Chase says, leaning over from the back of the couch to touch my bare legs.
It seems they’re drawn to physical touch in the same way I am. Their protective instincts must be going crazy.
“All done,” Charlotte says, tying gauze around my arm again.
There’s a beep from the device she was using earlier and she picks it up from the coffee table.
A small gasp leaves the back of her throat.
“What?” Archer growls, his dominance going a bit haywire.
“Calm down, that’s my sister,” Chase growls, gripping Archer’s arm.
“It’s fine,” Charlotte coughs, waving a hand in front of her face. “This is more important. Bad news, Luna. You were getting better, but whatever they gave you is fucking with your hormones. You have to bond with your guys during this heat or you’ll never be able to.”
“What!” Kane grunts, his hands flexing against my burning skin.
“Shut up,” Charlotte snaps. “I can’t send you away so she can make this decision in peace since your presence is helping her, but be quiet. Luna needs to be the one to make this decision.”
I blink, trying to clear my vision as I look at the four of them.
“Will—will you bond with me? Please?” I whisper.
“Yes.” They say unanimously.
“You don’t need to say please, Luna,” Archer says, a bitter smile on his lips. “We’re yours. Ever since you came into our lives.”
My lips tug up in a genuine smile, the first I’ve had since I was kidnapped.
“Okay,” Charlotte says, clapping her hands.
“The nest is down the hallway, everything’s been cleaned and ready to go.
There’s some food in the fridge, but I’ll bring up more later so you guys can stock up.
Don’t be too rough with her arm. If you guys don’t need anything more, I’ll leave you guys to it. ”
“Thank you, Charlotte,” I croak out.
“Of course, Luna,” she says, waving at me before starting to pack up her stuff.
Chase appears in front of me with a bottle of water. I gulp it down greedily as Kane stands, heading down to the nest down the hall, the other three guys following behind us.
For some reason, the knowledge that my four alphas are going to take care of me, give me their knots, and bond with me eases my nerves. The pain has dulled slightly. Enough for me to think more, at least.
“Oh my god, I never asked, are you okay?” I ask Madden.
“Things were a little scary for a bit, but I’m okay now, Angel,” he says, softly.
“O—Okay, I’m glad. I was so worried about you.”
Kane sets me down on the nest. There’s a small tremble in my bottom lip when I look around. It’s a nice nest, I’m not saying I’m ungrateful or that it’s bad.
It’s just not my nest.
The guys seem to be able to read my mind.
“The house is being rebuilt as we speak. You’ll have a nest of your own, we promise,” Kane purrs soothingly. “You shouldn’t worry about that now, though. All you need to worry about is us taking care of you.”
Kane sets me down so I’m lying back against the soft blankets and pillows. As I stare up at the four of them, my soon-to-be bonded mates, my perfume grows even thicker in the air.
“Please—please I need you. All of you.”
“All of us, Angel?” Madden growls, kneeling down at my side, dragging the strap of my tank-top off my shoulder.
“Yes, please,” I whisper. If my skin weren’t already flushed from the heat, I’m sure my cheeks would be burning. “Fill me, alphas, please.”
I cling to Madden’s shoulders as he hungrily tears off my top. When he pinches one of my nipples and sucks on the other, there’s a jolt straight down to my pussy. A keening whine leaves my throat and I start desperately pushing my pajama shorts and panties down my hips.
“Clothes off,” I pant out to the four of them. Even though I’m an omega, they follow my order like I just let out an alpha bark.
A purr leaves me at the sight and feel of all their bare skin pressed up against me.
“How full do you want to be, Angel?” Madden growls, tugging my body over his so my back is pressed to his front. He moves me so effortlessly. His show of strength has my pussy dripping slick and clenching desperately around nothing.
He drags a hand down the front of my body. It feels so torturously slow I shift my hips up, seeking his touch. He brushes his hand lightly over my dripping pussy .
“So wet for us,” Chase growls, seeing the way my slick glistens between Madden’s fingers in the soft light.
Madden’s hand drifts lower, using my slick to circle a finger along my back entrance.
I let out a moan of surprise at the sensation, my chest heaving.
“We could fill you here, too,” he growls. “All of you would belong to us.”