Chapter 28
Grace
T he kittens had been a handful over the last few weeks, and now they were old enough that they were constantly scurrying around underfoot and running through the firehouse.
Stormy was a little gray bundle of energy. Star was a white kitten that was a sweet, cuddly baby. Then there was the orange one, Ember, who was always climbing things she shouldn’t.
Beckett loved to act exasperated by them, but everyone else adored the tiny, crazy additions. They brought so much life to this place.
The place that was officially done.
Our major renovations had been completed, and Drew was finally getting a chance to relax. Though of course, he kept finding more and more projects to keep himself busy.
I was set up in my new office downstairs, working on a few designs, when the front door camera went off. I saw the delivery guy drop off a package, and since it was just me and the betas home today, I hurried out to grab it.
Maybe this was the new set of sheets I ordered.
The package was addressed to me, and I did a little happy dance as I carried it into the kitchen to grab the box cutter.
I sliced open the tape and unfolded the flaps, immediately hit in the face with several terrible scents all at once. It was like a bomb had gone off in the kitchen.
My omega physically recoiled, taking several steps back and slapping a hand over my mouth and nose as I fought the bile rising in my throat.
It was all instinctual. The distress spiked in me so fast I was outside within seconds, gulping fresh air, my voice calling out for the betas before I even realized what I was doing.
“Grace! Where are you?” Spencer called as their footsteps thundered down from upstairs.
My hands were shaking, and I was already pacing by the time they found me on the front porch.
“There’s… there’s a package. Someone sent—” I couldn’t even get the words out. I lifted a trembling hand and pointed toward the kitchen.
Cade’s voice echoed out a few moments later. “What the actual fuck is this?”
He came out with the box in hand, carrying it far away from me, and thankfully getting it out of the pack house.
Thank God, because I was going to have to fog the place with disinfectant and de-scenter at this rate.
“Are those… panties?” Spencer asked, utterly confused and appalled.
“Yeah. They come from a lot of different women,” Cade explained. “Who the hell would send something like this?”
“It’s all omegas from the sweetness of it,” I said, my omega furious. My hands were bundled into fists as I paced.
I rubbed my chest where it ached fiercely and backed up even further, wanting to be nowhere near that box. In fact, I would’ve been happy to torch it right there and then.
“Wait, there’s a letter… or some kind of note.”
“You better get gloves. We don’t know what’s in that fucking box,” Spencer warned.
Cade ran inside and came back a few moments later with a pair of work gloves.
“I’ll buy Drew a new pair later,” he muttered as he picked up the letter.
Just then, the rumble of an engine echoed from the driveway. Drew was back from the hardware store with about a million plants stacked in the bed of his pickup truck.
He didn’t even bother to park close, just threw the truck in park and rushed over to me, likely feeling every bit of my distress echoing through the bond.
“What the hell is happening?” he asked, glancing between us before his eyes narrowed on Cade. “Are those my work gloves?”
“They are,” Cade admitted. “I’ll buy you another pair, I just needed to get this out.” He reached into the box and pulled out a neon green piece of paper.
“Don’t worry, omega,” Cade read aloud. “You found a pack of players. In fact, they’ve had all of these women.”
“There are at least thirty pairs of panties here,” Spencer said, disgusted. “What the actual hell ? I know they’re not talking about us, we barely even dated anyone.”
Everyone cast an eye over at Drew, but he held up his hands. “I hooked up with some betas here and there, but I’ve not been with anyone outside of Grace in any actual relationship.”
As much as I hated to hear it, I couldn’t say anything about him dating. We’d been apart for years. To expect him to be celibate was unrealistic.
Just like how I’d tried to find my mates during that time.
“Who the hell would do something like this?” I asked. “You really can’t think of anyone?”
The guys didn’t dismiss me. Instead, they all started pacing, different looks of concentration on their faces.
Spencer was the first to break. He shook his head. “Honestly, no. I haven’t had a bad breakup or an ex that was crazy, or anything like this.”
“What about someone who worked for you?” I questioned. “Maybe someone who made up a delusion in their head.”
It wouldn’t be the first, or last time an omega lost her mind over a pack she decided was hers, and wasn’t.
“No,” he admitted. “Hell, our closest assistant was a male omega, and he’s not the type to do this kind of thing.”
“No, these are all females,” I said. “Even if a male omega wanted to wear cute, lacy panties, they have a slightly different scent than females. Female omegas have that sugary sweetness. Males have something warmer, like a hint of spice underneath it all.”
My stomach rolled, and I rushed past them into the house, barely making it to the downstairs bathroom before unloading everything I’d eaten that day. It had been weeks since I’d had morning sickness, and I knew damn well this had nothing to do with the baby—and everything to do with that box.
Afterward, I washed up, swishing some mouthwash before stepping out to face the pack again.
There was no part of me that worried these men were cheating on me or seeing an omega behind my back. We spent almost every moment we could together. When they were in the shop, it was just their older assistant, and I knew for a fact she had nothing to do with this.
Plus, I would have recognized her scent in the mix. It was strong, and unique, an intense floral that wreaked havoc on my nose.
Beckett was pulling up just as I walked back outside, looking furious and concerned.
“Tell me, sweetheart, that you don’t think this is something we did,” he begged, those dark eyes studying me.
“I don’t,” I promised. “But I want it gone .”
“I’m more concerned about the fact that someone knows where we live,” he admitted.
Drew gestured to the truck. “Actually, I just got a business card today about a local security company. I was already thinking we should set something up, especially with the baby coming in a property this size. Now I’m definitely thinking we do.”
“We’ll handle the fire pit. You guys handle that,” Cade told him, snatching up the box and walking around the building instead of through it, which I was thankful for.
“Grab the matches, muse. You can light this bitch as soon as I get it doused.”
He didn’t even bother unloading the box, just dropped the whole thing, panties and all, straight into the fire pit before soaking it with lighter fluid.
I struck the match, the scent of sulfur filling the air before I tossed it in. With a whoosh of flame, the fire engulfed the panties. I backed up far enough to avoid the smell of burning fabric and omega scents being eradicated.
There was a strange sense of satisfaction that rang through me at the sight. I pulled out my phone and stepped close enough to take a picture, happy that it showed some of the lace. It was obvious what we were burning.
“Would it be petty to post this on my page and say, ‘Thanks for the bonfire material’?” I asked.
Cade and Spencer cackled.
“Oh, now I need you to do it,” Spencer said.
I pulled up the picture on my PackVlog page before typing in the caption: I don’t know who sent their panties in a box to my pack, but thanks for the bonfire material. Then I posted it.
There was absolutely no regret.
The fire didn’t take long to die down, the thin lace and fabric devoured easily by the flames. When nothing but ash was left behind, I turned to the betas.
My omega needed to erase this. Now.
“While the alphas are handling security, I’m going to need you to take me upstairs, shower off all these scents, and then you two are going to fuck me senseless just to remind me that I’m the only one that will ever have this pack.”
“Oh, our pleasure, muse,” Cade said as Spencer swept me up into his arms. He tossed me over his shoulder and ran upstairs with me before the alphas could even figure out what was happening.
We had our clothes tossed aside before we reached the shower. Thank fuck the firehouse showers were big, the locker room style showers had yet to be renovated so we simply turned on a few of the shower heads to steaming hot before letting it wash over us.
Spencer moved first, running his soapy hands over my skin as a soft look took over his face.
“You’re so damn sexy, freckles. It has me on edge, all the time,” he admitted.
“Agreed,” Cade said, sliding against my back, his cock hard as he sandwiched me between my betas.
My mind started to drift to the strange box, but it was chased away quickly as their hands roved over my skin. I needed them just as clean, to eradicate any and all reminders of that awful package.
They let me wash them, eyes dilating as I stroked it over their cocks, soaping up every inch of them until their own scents and our soap were the only scents left.
“Take me to my nest,” I demanded, my omega grumpy now that her space had been invaded.
“Yes, omega,” Spencer promised. “We’ll help remind you that it doesn’t matter what anyone says. You’re ours.”
“You have my bite mark on your ass to prove it,” Cade chuckled, teasing his fingers over it and sending a wave of pleasure right to my core. My slick mixed with the water sluicing over my body and down my legs.
They had me wrapped in a towel the moment my scent spiked, drying me off enough to carry me down the hall to my nest.
The alphas must have stuck downstairs, giving us our moment and I appreciated them for that.
I was on edge, instincts riding me. They tried to set me down but I dragged both with me, snatching Spencer’s wrist and grazing my teeth over the bite.
His gasp of air and shaky breath had me grinning against his skin.
Then I was on Cade, tongue teasing over the healed over ridges of my claiming bite.
“I want you both. Now,” I growled as I pulled away. Without any fanfare I shoved Spencer down and settled between his legs, my tongue teasing over the tip of his leaking cock as I wiggled my ass at Cade.
His favorite part of me it seemed.
He let out a groan before settling behind me, hands kneading the flesh there until I spread my legs wider, and he couldn’t resist. As he sank into me, his fingers pressed against his mark, making the slow slide into my body that much more intense.
Spencer was breathing heavily, Cade’s teasing forcing me to suck him harder, desperation making it sloppy, but enthusiastic as I bobbed my head over him, sucking hard as my fingers gripped his thighs.
“Fuck, you’re both killing me,” Spencer complained breathlessly. “About to come like a fucking teenager.”
“Good,” I huffed as I pulled away, giving him no time to recover before taking him all the way in until he was hitting the back of my throat. This time I was more focused, every thrust of Cade’s hips forcing me forward, then I would pull back when he did so we were perfectly in sync.
This wasn’t sweet or drawn out, it was fast and desperate, the need to wash away every hint of our discovery out of my mind and my senses.
Spencer lost it first, his fingers massaging my scalp as his cum hit the back of my throat.
Cade shuddered, filling my pussy at the same time, his fingers winding around to bring me along with them.
I was so worked up it took no more than a few teasing strokes over my needy clit and I was falling over the edge with them. Our bond was pulsing with our pleasure, soaking through every cell in my body and corner of my soul until it was just them.
My betas. The two grounding forces in my life.
Nothing else mattered.