Page 41 of The Princess and the Pack

I arch a brow. Apparently I’m not exempt from my omega’s ire, but at least she’s giving me a chance to speak with her. “You have questions forme?Or perhaps you meant my fairy friend again?”

She furrows her brow, crossing her arms beneath her perfect fucking tits—a clear sign of her exasperation—but I’m transfixed. I’d love nothing more than to pin her to this mattress and get my mouth all over them. Make her come apart so I can taste her pleasure from between her thighs straight after.

Fuck’s sake, why does everything about her drive me wild? This is a serious moment, but Ivy is a veritable goddess—my scent-matched mate—and I’ve yet to even kiss her. After enduring the torture of waiting for her touches, I feel it’s only natural I’m this eager for her.

Undeterred by my teasing, she presses on. “I’ll know if you lie to me. So unless you want to be like them, I’d tell the truth.”

I nod, readying to divulge whatever she wants to know. “I won’t lie to you.”

Unimpressed, she rolls her eyes. “We’ll see about that.”

Feisty girl, she’s going to keep me on my toes. I can’t wait to show her how unshakable I am in loving her—how worthy I am of her trust.

If that means being interrogated, so be it.

Sloan has undoubtedly become my favorite alpha. I don’t know if that’s allowed with scent matches. I never dreamed I’d have one, let alone three to contend with. But if this were a race, Sloan would be winning.

Hopefully whatever he has to say doesn’t place him in the same deceitful alpha category as the others. With so much to process, I’d prefer at leastoneof my mates to help guide me through it all.

I’m still at war with my feelings over Oran’s unintentional admission. I could hear how nervous he was to confront me with the information. The pain in his voice was obvious, as was his anxiety for how tightly he held me. But how was I meant to behave when I’ve been stewing in shame for the past year? I’ve dreamt of him every night, wishing my situation were different, that I could have him, Cillian,andthe massive alpha whose lap I’m currently resting on. And all the while, I’ve made myself sick with guilt over such greedy thoughts.

Knowing the truth, I understand why I was drawn to each of them after so few interactions. They are mine—alphas given to me by Fate herself. One doesn’t need to examine my intense attraction too closely when our destinies were arranged in the stars.

Such a gift is beyond comprehension. Truly, I count myself lucky for being given all I’ve ever wanted: a pack of alphas to call my own. But I can’t help feeling robbed of the romance of it all.

Had they only spoken to me, my heart would not feel as though a mallet had been taken to it.

With how badly my alphas bungled this situation, I wonder if they have ever met an omega in their entire lives? We crave attention, stability, and affection. How could they think making me feel unwanted was the best course of action? And more importantly, how can I forgive them for it?

I gaze up at Sloan, my only safe mate for now. His dark russet-brown hair is tied atop his head in the same knot from earlier. I rather like it and his thick beard. Some strands have fallen loose, and I very much want to push them from his face—kiss him until he’s desperate to have me on this glorious...bed? I don’t recognize this room.

“Where are we?” I finally ask.

I’m certain I’ve never been here. It’s much smaller than the bedchamber Cillian and I share. Still, it’s spacious, fitting a rather massive four-poster bed—the likes of which I’ve never seen. Emerald silks with golden tassels make for a stunning canopy, cocooning us in some semblance of privacy. Mountains of pillows are scattered about—I can’t wait to arrange them just so. Then there’s the soft, lovely things my mate brought in just minutes ago. The divine scents clinging to the pile of fabrics let me know my alphas likely slept with those blankets recently.

Notmy alphas.

Just two liars and their potential accomplice, who happen to smell delicious.

“It’s your nest, omega. We’ve been preparing for your return for a long time. Of course, you can change whatever you wish. There’s a bathing room as well. It’s equipped with a bath grand enough to fit—ah. Well, your whole pack, should you want.”

I scrunch my nose at such a thought. Surely they don’t deserve to bathe with me after their behavior. Sloan simply laughs, muttering something that sounds like “precious” under his breath.

“You made this for me?” I ask, tentative. A nest is such an intimate thing. That these alphas thought to prepare one for me—I’m not ready to address the swell of ardor rising inside me.

He nods. “Cillian, Oran, and I all contributed. Does it suit you?”

I don’t want to answer or give him praise when I haven’t assessed his culpability quite yet. Instead, I pick at the fabric of his tunic where it hangs loose to reveal his very impressive chest and the dark hair there.

Gods, this alpha is my every sensual fantasy come to life. A powerhouse of a man built to cage me in as he does wicked things to my body. My uncontrollable perfuming makes him groan, but he’s very good, keeping his hands still where they rest on my hips. I can tell by how his fingers flex he’d like to move them elsewhere. So would I, if he weren’t a suspect.

“It’s tolerable.” I do my best to school my features, offering him nothing more than a shrug.

Sloan throws his head back, giving me a full view of his thick neck as he laughs. “Your smart mouth is going to get you in trouble.”

A desirous ache settles deep in my bones. Even his threats are laced with lust. “What kind of trouble?”

My alpha regards me with serious eyes, shifting me and flexing his hips to press the hard length of his cock against my sex. “Always the good kind. You’ll love it.”

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