Chapter 32 Amelia
Amelia
I wake up hours later, sandwiched between two very naked Alphas, Hunter and Wyatt's bodies radiating heat that makes the nest feel like a furnace.
It's almost too warm, bordering on uncomfortable, but the weight of their arms around me is grounding in a way I desperately need right now.
I'm not hot anymore, I realize with a mixture of relief and disappointment.
My heat has definitely passed, the desperate burning need that consumed me for two days finally faded to something manageable.
But I'm covered in sweat and cum and other evidence of what we've been doing, my skin sticky and uncomfortable. My scent is still too sweet, lingering traces of heat pheromones mixing with my normal rose, making the whole nest smell like an Omega who's just come down from her cycle.
Then the terror from earlier slams back into me like a physical blow. Vincent. Breaking glass. Curling into Silas’ hold while the sound of fighting, of Hunter roaring, and Vincent screaming that I belong to him happened just outside.
My breath catches in my throat, panic clawing its way up from my chest. He was here. In this house. In my safe space. During my heat when I was at my most vulnerable. The violation of it makes my skin crawl, makes me want to tear out of my own body and run somewhere he can never find me.
But there is nowhere. He always finds me. He always comes back.
I sit up gasping, my chest tight with panic, my hands shaking as the memories crash over me.
Vincent's face. His voice. The certainty in his words that I belonged to him, that he had every right to take me.
The sound of the fight, not knowing if my Alphas would survive, if he'd get to me, if this was finally the moment he'd—
Hunter pulls me back against his chest before the thought can complete. His arms wrap around me from behind, one hand splayed across my stomach, the other coming up to rest over my racing heart.
"You're safe," he murmurs against my hair, his voice rough with sleep but steady with conviction. "Breathe, Amelia. You're safe. We've got you."
"Vincent," I manage to choke out. "He was here. He broke in. He—"
"He's gone," Wyatt says from my other side, his hand finding mine and squeezing gently. "Locked up. The police took him away. He's not coming back."
"For how long?" The question comes out small and broken, my voice barely above a whisper.
Because Vincent always comes back. He always finds a way.
Restraining orders didn't stop him. Police patrols didn't stop him.
Nothing stops him. "What if he gets out?
What if he comes back when you're not here? What if—"
"Stop," Hunter says firmly but gently, his arms tightening around me. "Don't spiral into what-ifs. Stay here, right now, with us. You're safe in this moment. That's what matters."
"Breaking and entering, violating a restraining order, attempted assault," Wyatt lists, his voice firm.
"He's looking at serious time, sunshine.
Years, not months. And we're going to make damn sure the charges stick.
Dylan's already talking to lawyers, making sure Vincent doesn't slip through any cracks in the system. "
I want to believe them. God, I want to believe them so badly. But my hands won't stop shaking, my breath won't regulate, the terror sitting like a stone in my chest.
"He knew," I whisper. "He knew about my heat. He knew exactly when I'd be most vulnerable, when you'd be distracted. He planned this. And if he could plan this, he can plan the next thing, and the next, and—"
"And we'll be ready," Hunter interrupts, his voice dropping to that Alpha rumble that makes something instinctive in me respond. "Every time. We will always be ready. He won’t ever get that close again and if we have any say, he’s going to stay behind bars for a very, very long time."
I start to calm between their purrs, both Alphas rumbling deep in their chests to soothe me.
The sound vibrates through my whole body, triggering something instinctive that makes my muscles loosen, my breathing slow.
But the fear doesn't leave entirely. It's still there, coiled tight in my chest, waiting for the next moment of vulnerability.
Heat builds low in my belly despite everything, my body responding to my Alphas' presence even though I'm too sore to actually do anything about it.
The biological response feels wrong somehow, inappropriate, like I shouldn't want this after what just happened.
But my body doesn't care about appropriate.
It just knows safety, knows pack, knows that my Alphas fought for me and won.
A knock on the archway pulls my attention away from Hunter and Wyatt. I look up to see Silas standing there fully dressed in jeans and a button-down, his hair damp from a shower I must have slept through. The sight of him clothed when the rest of us are naked makes me frown.
"I need to go run an errand," Silas says, and there's something apologetic in his expression. "Need to pick up new locks for the doors and windows. Hardware store closes at six."
"Now? Really?" Wyatt asks, disbelief coloring his voice.
Silas shrugs, but his eyes are soft when they land on me. "The sooner we get this place secured properly, the safer everyone feels. But your brother and Maddox are coming over for dinner around seven. Dylan asked if you'd call him when you woke up."
I sit up a little more, Hunter's arms loosening but not releasing me entirely. "He came over?" I ask, my voice still rough from sleep and crying. "During everything?"
Silas nods. "The moment Wyatt called him. He was here within five minutes, helped deal with the police, made sure we were okay before he left."
A smile tugs at my lips despite everything, despite the lingering fear that makes my hands tremble.
"He's always been there. No matter what.
Always taking care of me, fixing my problems, being the big brother who handles everything.
" The smile fades slightly, reality creeping back in.
"Hopefully I won't need that anymore and I won't have to bother him like that. "
"Our job taking care of our baby sisters is never done," Hunter says firmly, his hand cupping my face and turning me to look at him. "And we never want it to be done. That's what family does. What pack does. You're not a burden, Amelia."
He kisses me slowly, thoroughly, taking his time despite the fact that we're having a conversation with Silas.
When he finally pulls back, I'm breathing harder, sinking back against his chest boneless and content.
The fear is still there, but quieter now, pushed back by the feeling of being wanted, being protected, being home.
Wyatt sits up, stretching in a way that makes his spine pop. "I'm sure you can spend a little more time with us before you have to leave."
Silas grins, something mischievous dancing in his dark eyes. "Only a little bit of time, I suppose."
He's dropping into the nest before Wyatt can respond, moving with predatory grace until he's hovering over Wyatt.
The kiss he gives him is anything but chaste—deep and demanding, full of possession and want.
Wyatt makes a surprised sound that turns into a moan, his hands coming up to fist in Silas's shirt.
My scent sweetens immediately, responding to the sight of my Alphas together, and I slap a hand over my mouth like I can somehow contain it. "I need to get my cream," I mutter, embarrassed by how obviously aroused I am just from watching them kiss.
"I fucking love being able to tell what you're feeling," Hunter says, his lips brushing against my ear. "Like how much you enjoy watching them kiss. Or maybe how much you'd enjoy watching them do more?"
The suggestion makes me moan before I can stop myself, my scent going even sweeter, practically flooding the nest with honeysuckle and rose. I can feel the slickness between my thighs, my body preparing itself even though I'm too sore to actually participate.
Hunter grins against my neck, clearly pleased by my reaction. "Silas, cancel your errand you had. I think our Omega needs a little show."
The possessive term makes me blush, something about hearing it said out loud making it feel more real. Our Omega. Not just an Omega, not just someone they're helping through a heat, but theirs. Claimed and owned and belonging to all three of them.
Hunter sits up fully, arranging me in his lap with my back against his chest, my legs spread over his thighs so I'm completely exposed and open.
His fingers start tracing patterns over my body, gentle touches that make me shiver.
Along my collarbones, down between my breasts, across my stomach, each touch deliberate and teasing.
Silas is still kissing Wyatt, both of them making sounds that go straight to my core.
Then Silas is rolling Wyatt onto his back, positioning him on all fours, and I realize with a jolt what's about to happen.
I've never seen them together like this, never witnessed the dynamic between my two Alphas when they're focused on each other instead of me.
Silas's hands are gentle as he starts opening Wyatt up. Wyatt's head drops forward, his breathing going ragged, small sounds escaping him that I've never heard before. He's always so confident, so in control, but like this he's vulnerable in a way that's beautiful to watch.
Hunter's fingers slip between my thighs, finding me wet and ready despite my soreness. I mewl at the contact, too sensitive but needing the touch anyway. He's gentle, just barely teasing, giving me enough to feel good without pushing me toward anything more intense than I can handle.