Chapter 7
Seven
Hilda
I wake slowly, surrounded by heat.
For a moment, I can’t remember where I am. Can’t remember why my body aches in the best possible way, why I’m naked, why I’m…
Then it all comes rushing back.
Shit. The mirror. Callum. The claiming. Arkan. Baylin. My fucking pack!
I’m tangled between three massive bodies on the fur hide in front of my fireplace.
The fire has died down to embers, but I’m not cold.
Not with Baylin’s chest pressed against my back, his arm weighing across my waist. Callum’s sprawled on my other side, one ridiculously heavy leg thrown over mine.
And Arkan is at my feet, his hand wrapped around my ankle like he needs to touch me even in sleep.
The bond in my chest hums contentedly. Three golden threads, bright and strong. Permanent.
I’m theirs. How the hell did this happen?
But for the first time in years…maybe ever…I’m not lonely.
“You’re thinking too loud again,” Baylin rumbles against my neck.
“I didn’t make a sound!” I protest.
“Can feel it through the bond.” His huge arm tightens around my waist. “You okay?”
Am I okay? I’ve been claimed by three wolf shifters. Knotted repeatedly. Marked and bitten and filled with their seed. My skin still buzzes where Baylin’s teeth broke skin. The magic mirror I’ve relied on for years is shattered on the floor.
“I am,” I whisper with a smile. “Better than okay.”
Callum stirs beside me, his beautiful pale eyes fluttering open. “Good morning, Omega.” He grins. “How are you feeling?”
“Sore. Exhausted.” I fucking giggle, me giggling, when he nuzzles the side of my neck. “Thoroughly used.”
“Perfect,” Arkan says from my feet, in a voice that’s still rough with sleep. “Exactly how it should be.”
I laugh.
Actual laughter. God, when was the last time I laughed?
All three alphas go still, staring at me.
“What?” I ask.
“That’s the first time we’ve heard you laugh,” Callum answers in his low, gravelly voice. “It’s beautiful.”
Heat floods my face. “It’s just a laugh.”
“It’s everything,” Baylin corrects. “Our omega, happy. That’s all we need.”
Our bond flare warm in my chest, and I realize I can feel their relief, their contentment, their fierce protectiveness.
They’re happy because I’m happy.
“We should move,” Arkan says, though he doesn’t budge. “Get you cleaned up. Fed.”
“Probably,” I agree, but I don’t make any effort to stand either.
“In a minute,” Callum decides, pulling me closer. “Right now I’m enjoying having our omega between us.”
We stay like that for a long while…just existing together, the bond humming between us. But eventually my stomach growls loudly enough that all three of my mates hear it.
“Food,” Baylin chuckles. “Now.”
“I can call…” I start to sit up.
All three of them growl.
“You’re not doing anything,” Callum says. “You’re going to let us take care of you.”
I huff. “I’m perfectly capable…”
“Don’t care.” Arkan sits up, stretching. “You’re our omega. We provide for you. That’s how this works.”
I roll my eyes for effect, but the omega in me is purring at the idea of being cared for.
“Fine,” I mumble, which gets me three manly chuckles that hit me straight between my legs, make my nipples harden and my heart warm.
Baylin stands, lifting me with him like I weigh nothing. I yelp and grab onto his massive shoulders.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Bath.” He carries me to the open door of my bathing chamber. “You’re covered in cum.”
“Whose fault is that?” I sass, raising an eyebrow.
He grins wickedly and leans in to steal a kiss, completely unrepentant.
The tub is massive, big enough for… well, apparently big enough for three giant alphas and their omega.
Baylin sets me on the edge while Callum works the pump to fill the tub. Arkan disappears, returning moments later with cloths and soap.fills,
The tub fills, and Callum tests the temperature. “Good. In you go, little one.”
They help me into the water and I groan as the heat soaks into my aching muscles. Then all three of them climb in with me, and suddenly the massive tub doesn’t seem quite so big anymore.
“You’re all huge,” I observe breathlessly, eyes wide, running over their colossal frames, as water sloshes over the edge. Muscles on top of muscles, acres of tanned skin, scars, tattoos, chest hair that descends to their hard stomachs, into a trail that leads…
“You’re just small,” Arkan cuts into my naughty thoughts, pulling me into his lap. “Perfect size,” he ends with his lips on my skin.
They take turns washing me. Callum works soap through my hair while Arkan and Baylin focus on my body. Big, rough hands, gentle on my scalp, kneading my sore muscles, running over my curves…
They finish washing me and themselves, then Arkan lifts me out of the tub. Callum wraps me in a soft towel.
“I can dry myself,” I protest.
“Let us,” he says simply, bringing his intense gaze to meet mine.
So I do. Let them dry me, tend to my body, care for me in ways no one has in… ever, maybe. The late king certainly never did this. And before him, I was always the one taking care of others. Oldest daughter, selfish parents and siblings…
Being cared for is strange. Almost uncomfortable.
And absolutely wonderful.
They try to dress me, and I giggle as they’re trying to figure out how the gown they picked works.
“It goes… this way?” Arkan holds it upside down.
I laugh again and take it from him. “Fool, let me.”
Once I’m dressed, Baylin carries me back to the bedroom. The broken mirror is still scattered across the floor.
“We should clean that up,” I say quietly.
“We will,” Callum agrees. “After you eat.”
They settle me on the bed, and Arkan disappears into the main corridor. He returns with a tray laden with food. Bread, cheese, meat, fruit, fresh water.
I stare at the tray, then at them. These three massive, scarred, feral wolves who just… take care of me. Provide for me. Protect me.
Something in my chest cracks.
“Hey.” Callum’s immediately by me. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I wipe at my eyes, sniffling, frustrated by my damn tears. “I just…no one’s ever…”
“We know,” Baylin says quietly, settling on my other side. “You’ve been alone. But you’re not anymore.”
“Never again,” Arkan adds, joining us on the bed.
They feed me, bringing food to my lips, making sure I eat enough. And despite my protests that I can feed myself, I let them. Because these brutes won’t take no for an answer!
But the truth is it’s because it feels good. Being cared for. Being wanted. Being theirs.
When I’ve eaten enough, Callum sets the tray aside.
“Better?” he asks.
“Much,” I grin, staring into his handsome face, then lean back against the pillows, beyond happy. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank us for taking care of what’s ours,” Baylin rumbles with a wink.
“What happens now?” I ask quietly. My question has a different weight now. “With… everything. The kingdom. Snow White. Me. Us…”
The three of them exchange glances.
“What do you want to happen?” Callum asks.
I consider. What do I want?
“I don’t want to kill Snow White,” I say first. “That was the mirror’s poison, not me. I was jealous and bitter, but I don’t actually want her dead.”
“Good,” Arkan approves, nodding. He tenderly tucks a curl behind my ear like he’s happy, proud of me. “We weren’t going to let you kill some innocent girl.”
“I need to see her. Apologize. Make sure she knows she’s safe.”
“We’ll go with you,” Baylin states.
“I need to do this alone…”
All three of them growl.
I roll my eyes. “Fine. You can come.”
Callum asks, “What else?”
“The kingdom…” I trail off. “I’m the queen. I still have responsibilities.”
“So be the queen,” Arkan replies simply. “Just not alone anymore.”
“You want to help me rule the kingdom?”
“We want to be wherever you are,” Callum says.
The bond pulses warm in my chest.
“This is forever. No going back.”
“When you’re in heat, we’ll be there. When you’re pregnant with our pups…”
“P… pregnant?” I interrupt.
All three of them grin wolfishly.
“Oh, you’re definitely getting pregnant,” Callum rumbles. “We’ve been filling you with our seed for hours. It’s only a matter of time.” His smile is ridiculously proud.
My hand drifts to my stomach and I realize…I want that too. I want their pups. To be round with their children. Oh Lord.
Arkan’s eyes grow heavy with lust as he murmurs, “Our omega likes that idea.”
“Maybe,” I mutter, looking at them from under my lashes, chewing on my lower lip.
“Definitely,” Baylin corrects, leaning in to nuzzle my neck. “I can smell it on you. Your omega wants to be fucking bred.”
Heat floods through me. I’m getting wet again. Already. Despite everything we’ve done.
“Fucking greedy,” Callum growls, his hand sliding under my dress. “So fucking perfect.”
“We just…I just ate…” I try.
“And now you need us again,” Arkan finishes, removing my gown with far more dexterity than he showed earlier.
“This is ridiculous,” I protest weakly as Baylin positions himself between my thighs. “I should be exhausted.”
“You are exhausted,” Callum agrees, cupping my breasts and rubbing the calloused pads of his thumbs over my already hard nipples. “But you’re also ours. And your body knows what it needs.”
Baylin slides inside me in one smooth thrust, and I moan. Loud. Still sore, still sensitive, but God, it feels good!
Then he fucks me slowly, thoroughly, while his brothers touch and kiss and worship every inch of me…