Chapter 25
TWENTY-FIVE
TRINITY
I stretch out on a lounge chair at the family pool, far from the main resort where most of the wedding guests are gathered. The laughter of children splashing in the shallow end provides a soothing backdrop as I stare at the crystal-clear water, my mind racing despite my attempts to relax.
Lucas’s suggestion to stop taking suppressants keeps circling in my thoughts. The idea is both tempting and terrifying. Without them, I might actually identify my scent matches—assuming any even exist. But going into heat during my sister’s wedding week? The timing couldn’t be worse.
A little girl with pigtails runs past, giggling as her brother chases her with water wings. Their mother calls out warnings not to run, her voice gentle but firm. I watch them, something unfamiliar tugging at my heart.
Could I be a mother someday? The question has always lingered at the edge of my consciousness, never fully examined. I’ve always focused on my career, my independence, my need to prove myself. Children were a distant maybe that never seemed to get any closer .
My mother slipped into motherhood effortlessly, taking to it like breathing.
Four children later, and she still glows when she talks about those early days, even the difficult ones after my father died.
For Josie, settling down seems like the natural next step, something she’s always expected and wanted.
But for me? The prospect is terrifying. Not the children themselves - I love my little brothers, and I’ve always been good with my clients’ kids at events.
It’s what comes with them — the expectations, the sacrifices, the potential to lose myself in the role of mother and omega until nothing else remains.
I imagine a little girl with Matheo’s serious eyes, or a boy with Lucas’s carefree laugh. The images come easier than expected, settling into my mind like they’ve been waiting for permission to appear.
But then reality crashes back. These men aren’t mine. This arrangement isn’t real. They want to fuck me, obviously. And I plan to take full advantage of that for the rest of the week, but that doesn’t mean they want to spend the rest of their lives playing house with me.
And even if they did somehow miraculously want that, I’ve spent years building my business, establishing myself in an alpha-dominated industry. Could I really balance motherhood with the career I’ve fought so hard for?
I think of my jam-packed schedule, the late nights and early mornings, the weekends spent finalizing details for events. Where would a child fit into that life? Where would a pack of alphas fit?
The answer is simple: they wouldn’t. Not without massive changes. Not without compromises I’ve always sworn I’d never make .
A splash of water hits my legs as a group of children race by.
Their joy is infectious, their freedom complete.
I watch them with a mixture of longing and uncertainty.
This isn’t a decision to make impulsively, especially not when my hormones are being manipulated by four very attractive men who are only here because I’m paying them.
I sit up and check my watch. The afternoon is slipping away, and I should head back soon to prepare for tonight. Whatever happens between Lucas and me later, whatever this week brings with all four of them, I need to remember that it’s temporary. A fantasy with an expiration date.
And suppressants or not, that reality isn’t going to change.
B y the time I reach our villa after dinner, it’s dark enough that I need the string lights hung along the trees to navigate the path.
I swipe my keycard, stepping into the dim living room.
The space is quiet, almost too still, and the lanai door stands open, letting a cool breeze ripple through.
It dances over my skin, raising goosebumps on my arms. I curse under my breath, wishing for once that my heat suppressants didn’t dull my senses so much.
I can’t even catch a whiff to know if the guys are nearby, lurking in some corner of this sprawling villa.
The thought unnerves me—how vulnerable it makes me, how an alpha could slip up behind me without warning.
Before I can flick on a light, warm hands cover my eyes, blocking out the faint glow from the hallway. My body tenses, a gasp catching in my throat, but then a familiar voice murmurs close to my ear, low and playful .
“Do you wanna play a game, kitten?”
Lucas. His breath tickles the sensitive spot just below my earlobe, sending a shiver down my spine. I feel the hard plane of his chest against my back, the heat of him seeping through my thin sundress. My heart kicks into a faster rhythm, but I don’t pull away.
“What kind of game?” My voice comes out steadier than I feel, though I’m hyper-aware of his hands still over my eyes, the darkness sharpening every other sense.
He chuckles, the sound vibrating through me. “The kind where you don’t have to think. The kind where we take care of everything, and all you’ve gotta do is let go.”
I swallow, the weight of his words sinking in. My shoulders are still tight from the day, my mind buzzing with wedding details and lingering doubts. But his tone, warm and reassuring, chips away at that tension.
“We’re here for you, Trin,” he continues, lips brushing the shell of my ear now. “We just wanna see you feel good. Let that big brain take a break. Enjoy this.”
His hands slide away from my eyes, but before I can turn, he grips my shoulders gently, steering me forward a step.
The darkness of the room wraps around us, punctuated only by the faint shimmer of moonlight spilling through the open lanai.
I hear the soft pad of footsteps—more than just Lucas’s—and my pulse leaps.
They’re all here, somewhere in the shadows of this suite, waiting.
“Trust us,” Lucas whispers, his hands gliding down my arms now, leaving trails of warmth. “Just for tonight, let us make you feel everything.”
I take a shaky breath, the idea of surrendering control both thrilling and terrifying. But the exhaustion of carrying everything—Josie’s wedding, the pretense, my own tangled emotions—presses down hard. Maybe, just for a bit, I can let them take the reins.
“Okay,” I murmur, barely above a whisper, but it’s enough. Lucas’s grip tightens briefly in acknowledgment, a silent promise that he has me.
I stand in the dim light of the suite, Lucas’s presence a comforting warmth at my back.
My agreement to his game hangs in the air, a fragile thread of trust I’m ready to grasp.
The moonlight filtering through the lanai casts slivers of silver across the floor, and the quiet rustle of fabric tells me Cash and Matheo are close, their movements deliberate in the shadowed room.
I don’t see Kyren and I have no reason to think he stuck around for this.
Why would he?
“Close your eyes,” Lucas instructs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through my chest. I comply, letting my lids flutter shut, the darkness amplifying every sound, every brush of air against my skin.
His hands rest lightly on my hips now, guiding me forward with gentle pressure.
“Just feel. Nothing else matters right now.”
My breath hitches as another set of hands—Cash’s, I think, from the precise, measured touch—graze my shoulders, slipping the straps of my sundress down my arms. The fabric slides against my skin, pooling at my waist, leaving my upper body bare.
A shiver races through me, not from the cool breeze, but from the anticipation curling tight in my core.
“You’re beautiful,” Cash murmurs, his breath warm against the nape of my neck. He presses a soft kiss there, then another lower, tracing the curve of my spine. My head tips back, a quiet gasp escaping as his lips map a slow path, each touch igniting tiny sparks .
Matheo steps in front of me—I know it’s him from the quiet intensity, the way his presence seems to fill the space. His fingers tilt my chin up, and even with my eyes closed, I feel the weight of his gaze.
“We’ve got you, Trinity,” he says, voice rough with promise. His lips brush mine, a teasing contact at first, then deepen into something hungry, demanding.
I melt into him, my hands finding his shoulders, gripping the firm muscle as if he’s my anchor in this storm of sensation.
Lucas’s hands slide lower, easing the rest of my dress down my hips until it falls to the floor with a soft thud.
I’m bare now, vulnerable, yet the heat of their attention wraps around me like a shield.
His fingers trace the curve of my waist, dipping to the sensitive skin just above my thigh, and I bite my lip to stifle a moan.
“Let us hear you,” he coaxes, his tone a mix of command and plea. “No holding back.”
I can’t stop the sound that escapes, a needy whimper as Cash’s hands join Lucas’s, one cupping my breast, thumb circling with deliberate slowness, while the other skims down my stomach, teasing but not yet giving me what I ache for.
My legs tremble, and Matheo’s grip on my waist tightens, holding me steady as he kisses me harder, swallowing my gasps.
The absence of Kyren nags at the edge of my mind—I noticed it the moment I stepped into the villa, his usual restless energy missing from the room.
But before I can dwell, Lucas kneels behind me, his lips pressing against the back of my knee, a spot I didn’t even know could feel so electric.
He trails kisses upward, slow and deliberate, and my knees nearly buckle .
“Bed,” Matheo growls against my mouth, the word a command we all obey. They guide me, hands never leaving my skin, until the edge of the massive bed presses against the back of my thighs. I sink onto it, the cool sheets a sharp contrast to the heat of their bodies as they surround me.