9
Scott woke with Fynn's arm across his waist and the scent of all three alphas still in the blankets. The morning light came through the window, and Scott lay still for a moment, listening to the sounds of the pack waking outside. Fynn stirred and pressed a kiss to the back of his neck.
"You're awake," Fynn murmured. "I could feel you thinking."
"I need to find Troy," Scott said. "He wanted to talk after last night."
Fynn sat up and stretched. "I'll walk with you. I promised Norrix I'd help with the training schedules today."
They dressed quietly and left the cabin together. The path to the eastern practice fields was wet with dew, and the air smelled of spring grass. As they neared the fields, Scott heard voices ahead, low and serious. He stopped, and Fynn stopped beside him.
Troy was standing near the fence, facing Norrix. The two of them were close, and Troy's voice carried in the quiet morning. "I need to know it's real," Troy said. "I need to know you actually care about him."
Norrix's voice was steady. "I've loved him for years.
It started as duty because he was your little brother and he needed protection.
Then he grew up, and I watched him become someone I couldn't stop thinking about.
My heart is fully in this, and the bond between us includes that love.
I want him safe and happy, and I want to be one of the people who makes that happen. "
Troy ran a hand through his hair. "And the others? Rukheim and Fynn? How does that even work?"
"We're learning as we go," Norrix said. "We talk. We share everything. And Scott has a voice in all of it. That's the part that matters most."
Scott stepped forward then, and both men turned. Troy's face was tight, but some of the tension eased when he saw Scott. "You're up early."
"I wanted to find you," Scott said. He looked at Norrix, then back at Troy. "You're talking about me. I should be here for that."
Troy nodded slowly. "Yeah. You should." He crossed his arms. "Norrix says you've all been talking. Is that true? Do you actually have a say in what happens?"
Scott walked over and stood beside Norrix, close enough that their shoulders almost touched. "I have a say in everything. We sat down and talked about what I want and what I don't. It's a process, and I'm still figuring things out, but I make my own choices. I chose all of them."
Troy looked at him for a long moment, then at Norrix, then back.
His shoulders dropped. "Then I won't stand against it.
I still don't get all of it, but I won't make you carry my confusion.
" He stepped forward and pulled Scott into a rough hug, clapping him on the back.
"Just don't shut me out. If something's wrong, you come to me. "
Scott hugged him back. "I will. I promise."
Fynn had hung back during the exchange, but now he moved closer. "Troy, we all want what's best for him. You're his brother. That matters to us too."
Troy nodded at Fynn. "I know." He released Scott and stepped back. "I should get to my post. But we'll talk more. Soon."
He walked away toward the training grounds, and Scott watched him go. Norrix's hand settled on Scott's shoulder. "That went better than I expected."
"He's trying," Scott said. "That's enough for now."
Fynn looked between them. "We should talk too. The three of us. About what sharing looks like when we're all together. I don't want to assume anything."
Scott nodded. "Let's go back to my cabin. It's quiet there."
They walked together, and the sun climbed higher, warming the path.
Inside the cabin, they sat on the edge of the bed, Scott between the two alphas.
Scott spoke first. "I want both of you. I want to be in the middle.
I want to feel held, and I want to know that no one is holding back out of guilt or jealousy. "
Norrix took his hand. "I'm ready for this. I've wanted this for a long time."
Fynn reached for Scott's other hand. "I want this too. And I need to know it's real, that you're not in heat right now. Tell me what you want."
Scott looked at Fynn, then at Norrix. "I want you inside me first, Fynn. Then Norrix. I want to feel both of you without panic. And I want to hold hands through it. All of us."
Fynn's expression softened. "Then we'll do that. Exactly that."
They undressed slowly, helping each other, and Scott lay back on the bed with Norrix behind him, chest to Scott's back, and Fynn between his spread thighs.
Fynn bent down and licked into him, long and slow, while Norrix stroked Scott's cock in the same rhythm.
Scott pushed back against Norrix and made soft, broken sounds.
When Fynn finally pushed inside, Scott gasped and clenched around him.
Fynn thrust deep and steady, while Norrix whispered against Scott's ear and kept stroking him.
Scott came first with Fynn buried deep, and Fynn followed soon after, his knot swelling and locking them together.
They stayed like that for long minutes, Scott trembling between them, and when the knot eased, they switched.
Norrix took him slower at first, then harder once Scott begged for it.
Fynn stayed close, kissing Scott's mouth and whispering that he was good, that he was loved.
Scott came again when Norrix's knot locked, and the three of them lay tangled together in the aftermath, breathing hard.
After a while, Norrix stirred and kissed Scott's shoulder. "Rukheim wants to see you later. Alone. He said it's important."
Scott's stomach tightened, but he nodded. "I'll go."
Fynn sat up. "I'll walk you over when you're ready."
They cleaned up and dressed slowly. The afternoon light slanted through the window, and Scott felt tired but settled. Fynn walked with him across the compound to Rukheim's chambers. At the door, Fynn squeezed his hand. "I'll be nearby. If you need anything, I'm right outside."
Scott kissed him once. "I know."
Rukheim's chambers were warm, the nest layered with familiar pelts. The alpha stood near the window, arms crossed, and when Scott entered, he turned. His expression was serious but not cold.
"I asked you here because I want to try something," Rukheim said. "But only if you agree. No heat. No emergency. Just you and me and a choice."
Scott's pulse quickened, but he didn't look away. "Tell me what you want."
Rukheim gestured to the nest. "I want to bind your wrists and ankles with soft cords. I want to hold you open and take my time with you. I want to touch you slowly and watch you come apart. I'll only do it if you understand exactly what it means and you say yes without pressure."
Scott considered it. "What if I need you to stop? What if it's too much?"
"Then you say a word, and I stop immediately. We'll choose the word now. Something you'll remember."
Scott thought. "River. Use river."
Rukheim nodded. "River. Good. And if you can't speak, you tap my arm twice. I'll stop. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Then tell me again. Do you want this?"
Scott looked at the cords Rukheim held out, then at the alpha's face. He saw patience there, and something else, something careful and waiting. "I choose this. I want you."
Rukheim used the cords with slow, deliberate movements, checking each knot twice and brushing his fingers over Scott's skin.
He bound Scott's wrists above his head and secured the line to the frame of the nest, leaving slack so Scott's arms were stretched but not strained.
He looped Scott's ankles, bending his knees and spreading them, opening him completely.
The position left Scott exposed and held, and his breath came faster.
"Color?" Rukheim asked.
"Green," Scott said.
Rukheim took his time. He kissed Scott's nipples until Scott arched against the cords, then moved down his stomach, then took the head of Scott's cock into his mouth and sucked slowly.
Scott's hips strained, but the bindings held him in place.
Rukheim pushed two fingers inside him, curling and pressing until Scott was rocking and begging.
A third finger joined, then Rukheim slicked himself and sank in slowly, watching Scott's face.
The thrusts were deep and controlled, and Rukheim's hands stayed on Scott's hips or braced beside his head.
Scott came hard with Rukheim buried deep, cock pulsing across his own stomach, and Rukheim kept moving through it until his knot began to swell.
He locked them together and flooded Scott while the cords held him steady.
Scott drifted in the sensation, and when Rukheim finally eased out and untied him, massaging his wrists and ankles, Scott reached up and touched Rukheim's face.
"I choose you because my heart is yours," Scott said softly. "And I desire you. That is enough."
Rukheim's expression shifted, and he turned his head to press a kiss to Scott's palm. "My heart is yours as well. More than anything I've known."
They lay together for a while, and then Scott dressed and left.
The evening was coming on, and Fynn and Norrix were waiting near the longhall.
They fell into step beside him, and the three of them walked toward the council chamber.
Scott knew the meeting was scheduled for tonight, and he felt the weight of it settle over him.
The council chamber was already full when they arrived.
Scott took a seat in the outer ring with Fynn on one side and Norrix on the other.
Rukheim stood at the head of the table. An older alpha advisor, Maren's father, sat near the front.
Hope sat in the outer ring, her hands folded neatly in her lap.
Rukheim began. "We need to discuss succession laws for a prime omega with multiple bonds. It's a question that affects the pack's future, and it deserves a clear answer."
Maren's father cleared his throat. "The pack has laws for this. When multiple alphas bond to one omega, all of them hold the same rights to lineage. And the omega's voice carries equal weight in all decisions affecting the children."
Hope spoke then, her voice soft and measured. "I raise this only out of care for the pack's future. A prime omega with multiple bonds is a strength, and it may create political complexity. Succession questions and competing loyalties need preparation. I ask because we need to be ready."
Rukheim nodded once, his gaze steady. "Your vigilance is noted and valued, Hope.
The laws are clear, and we will follow them.
Scott's voice will be heard in any decision about children.
The bonding ceremony will take place at the next full moon, and after that, we will formalize the succession line. "
Scott felt the words settle over him. The bonding ceremony. It was official now. He looked at Fynn, then at Norrix, and saw the same quiet resolve in their faces.
After the meeting ended, Scott walked outside with his alphas.
The night was warm and full of stars. He pressed a hand to his belly, and a strange, soft flutter moved low in his abdomen, faint and almost imaginary.
He dismissed it as nerves, but the feeling stayed with him as they walked back to the cabin.
It felt like a question waiting to be answered, and Scott didn't know what the answer would be.