Chapter Six
Alex
It is a slow descent into madness to go to the office and sit at his desk, answering pointless emails about pointless books and pointless deadlines, while his omega is god fucking knows where and hasn't responded to their emails.
They don't even have her fucking phone number or address so he can't even go and make sure she's okay like his instincts are demanding he do.
Has she eaten? Has she slept? Is her little pussy sore?
Does she want to cuddle a little bit or have a nap together?
Watch a movie? He feels like a teenage girl in a Taylor Swift song.
He didn't even give a shit about the money. He'd write her another five-figure cheque if she would only respond to their emails and come see them again.
He couldn't get her off his mind, couldn't get the taste of her sweet nipples out of his mouth, couldn't stop thinking about the sounds she made as he thrust his cock into her, how big it looked stuffed inside her tiny body, how tightly she had gripped him when she came.
A wave of shame flushes over him for how much he likes that memory, even knowing they had fucked her virginity out of her quick and rough. He hadn't even fucked her face to face, he'd flipped her face down because he wanted to watch that tight little ass bounce.
Fuck, they should've fucked her on a pile of rose petals, slowly and gently opening her up with their fingers and tongues, whispering soft words and telling her how good she was, not fucking her bloody with her face pressed into Tomas' bed like... well, like they'd paid for it.
But fuck him, he's going to hell, but he does like that memory, does like how willing she was to let them do whatever they wanted to her.
He really fucking likes the way she had sucked Tomas down her throat while they watched her clench and drip pink-tinged slick down her thighs, her needy little clit swollen and peeking out from her perfect petal folds.
And he sure as fuck likes the knowledge that their pack were the only ones who had ever seen that body, ever tasted it, ever felt how perfectly she squeezed a cock with that pretty little cunt.
The fact that she was also a certified genius, smarter than all three of the old bastards in his pack, pretty as a cameo, and sweeter than sugar just made her even better. It made her irresistible.
She was the fucking reason he had finally told Gwen that she could set them up.
Gwen was a beta who he had met in a psychology course in university who ended up fucking her way into a multimillion-dollar prenuptial agreement and now liked to play match maker for all the rich packs she knew with some AI-run compatibility matching software.
She had been on his ass for years to let her find them an omega, but they hadn't taken her up on it.
They had been doing just fine coasting by meeting girls in bars or heat clinics to work out their baser urges, long ago having given up on the idea of finding an omega who would actually suit all three of them.
In the early days, the three of them had tried. They'd brought in omegas and betas on trial runs, but it had never worked out.
Tomas had never shown any interest in any of the women they had brought home beyond fucking them, and even then, the bastard's dominance rolled off him like a fucking steam roller and tended to terrify any girl who met him.
Silas was always attracted to the successful type-A women, like the litigation attorney who had made them sign a waiver agreeing to the terms of their sexual congress and dining etiquette before acquiescing to date them.
Alex didn't know if he had a type, but if he did, it would be Charlotte.
The first time he saw her standing at their receptionist's desk and looking down at her paperwork with a terrified look on her face like it was about to open up and eat her, chewing on the end of her pen before she scribbled on the page in front of her, his cock had turned to lead and it hadn't softened since.
Not even blowing his load inside of her took the edge off.
He needed a lifetime of fucking her to get her out of his system, and even then he'd happily be buried with her scent permanently laced through his.
He didn't even know what that scent would be one day, but whatever it was, that's what he wanted.
She might not have perfumed, but every inch of her screamed omega, from the soft flare of her hips to the delicate bones of her wrist. Until now, he had thought she had just worn scent blockers in the office the same as they did.
The fact that she hadn't perfumed yet was strange, but not unheard of, especially for an omega under chronic stress, which she clearly had been.
While she had worked for them, he'd taken it upon himself to try and cheer her up, sending her the filthiest reverse harem enemies to overs book options in an attempt to bring a grimaced smile to her blushing face.
He was constantly trying to cajole her into having a cup of tea with him, even outright flirting with her.
He'd told her how pretty her hair had looked up one day, piled on top of her head in a wild frizzy bun held in place by a chopstick.
She'd blushed so deeply he thought he could feel the heat of it from where he'd been standing a few feet away.
She was just so damn cute. Those eyes that were swirled with green and brown were so sharp, taking everything in, even if she tried to shrink in on herself so no one would notice her.
And her hair was in such sharp contrast to that.
So big and untamed and wild. He wondered if Charlotte could ever be that untamed and wild?
Could they coax that out of her? God, he hoped so.
He knew his pack brothers weren't immune to her either.
Silas was constantly finding excuses to loiter around her desk, suddenly urgently needing something from the copyediting room delivered to his office every day that she happened to be working.
Even Tomas made excuses to see her, asking her to print something for him, or deliver something to another office.
Once Alex had printed out a missive to his pack brother that just said, "You can see her bra through her shirt today.
" He'd called her to his office, folded up the paper, and asked her to deliver it to Tomas urgently.
She looked confused, but did so, rushing it over to the office beside his.
He was sure she must've thought they were lazy, or just fucking with her.
The choking sound and coughing coming from Tomas' office was enough to make it worth it though.
"Thank you, Ms. Hines," he heard Tomas saying as he dismissed her, his brother's voice strained. "You may return to your work now."
And just as they hadn't been able to resist Charlotte Hines when she was a pretty little intern in the copyediting department, Tomas and Silas were losing their fucking minds now too.
Tomas' mood was even worse than usual, if that were possible.
He had worked out in their basement gym and stormed out of the house that morning before either Silas or himself had even woken up, leaving behind the scorched stench of an aggressive alpha.
His office door had been closed all day and the pheromones seeping out under the door had the menacing vibe of a nuclear bomb that had been set to detonate.
Silas seemed to be coping with his emotions by shopping.
He had already swung by his office twice to ask his opinion on a colour palette and styles of jeans he thought Charlotte might like.
Did she seem more like a wide-legged girl, or do you think she likes skinny jeans?
High waist or low waist? Dark wash or light wash?
He suspected there would likely be a small mountain of packages waiting for them in their foyer when they returned home that evening.
What hold did this little omega have on them? They had never responded this way to any of the women they had dated.
Sure, Silas tended to buy gifts for his dates. Flowers and chocolates, even jewellery sometimes for someone he really liked. That's just how he was. Buying the girl a whole new wardrobe and what sounded like half the Sephora store was a whole other ball game.
And the way Tomas had dished out her food for her without even asking her. A feeling of downright possession had radiated through the bond as he did it, even as Charlotte had looked oblivious and just thanked him politely.
This was... alpha courting. It was what an alpha did for their omega.
Tending to their needs, showing they could care for them.
It was a deep instinct in all of them, one none of them could deny had reared its head even from the first time they met her.
One that was affecting all of them more and more each day until the realization took form in his head. .. fuck.
He didn't know if he believed in the idea of fated mates. It seemed like an urban myth or old wives’ tale, the kind that only existed in novels. There was no way to prove it scientifically, and there was no way to know if she was their "scent match" at this point anyways.
But nevertheless, the conclusion seemed undeniable.
Charlotte Hines was their mate.