Page 87 of Bonds of Fate

Come to think of it, he hasn’t had a bite from Grayson yet, either. They could do that right now, on that beautifully made bed.

What the fuck?What is wrong with his wolf?

“Can someone open a window? My wolf is…whoa.”

Single-mindedly horny? Obsessed? Fixated? Check. Check. Check.

He’s all of those things, but it’s not just his body craving it. The urgency doesn’t come from simple desire—it’s his wolf. His wolf believes they need these bites.

And he’s going to use every tool at his disposal to get them.

His wolf reminds him just how pretty Finn is—pink cheeks flushed, his khakis modest but hugging him just right. His baby-blue button-down is rolled up at the sleeves, revealing tonedforearms that flex with every wave he makes in front of Nix’s face.

Come to think of it, he doesn’t have a Finn-bite, either.

Shit.

Maybe his wolf needs to calm the fuck down.

Listen, you. We do not need to have bites right this second, alright? Dial back the horny.

The wolf cracks the lid on the box in his head, just a sliver, and Dawson’s face slides into view, just in case Nix has forgotten that until he has the bite from every single mate, their bond remains unfulfilled.Oh.

“Nix. Hey. Nix, you with us?”

Jamie’s hands are firm around Nix’s arms, while Finn has stepped back slightly. In the lull, Jamie has managed to slip a white shirt over Nix’s head; it’s still long, and the neckline is wide enough to gape, exposing both bites.

Grayson crouches in front of him, gently sliding his feet—one at a time—into the soft yoga pants.

“Hey, there you are. Where’d you go?”

“Hi, Jamie.”

His mate just raises an eyebrow and tilts his head.

“What happened? Why was I out before?”

Nix’s scent shifts—from warm to burnt vanilla in a second—and Jamie’s perfectly handsome nose wrinkles. He spends far too much time unconscious or losing time, and he’s getting pretty damn fed up with it. It always means one thing—he has catching up to do.

He and his wolf have got to come to some sort ofworkingrelationship because this is getting ridiculous.

His sweet-smelling Finn keeps just out of reach when he delivers yet another revelation, and Nix is grateful for the reprieve. “Rowan bonded you and knotted you. I don’tunderstand it yet, but it set off a feedback loop of synchronized orgasms.”

“Like we were coming multiple times, but at thesametime, while I was unconscious? Stuck on his knot? Wow, that’s weird even for Weres, right?”

No answers are forthcoming, and the three alphas look especially uncomfortable, whether from the lack of reliable answers or in empathy, he doesn’t know; because taking Rowan’s knot must…also bewow, if his cock is anything to go by. Luca just looks envious.

While Nix had been busy unsuccessfully negotiating with his wolf, Luca had pulled a button-down from Finn’s laundry basket and had done up the two middle buttons. It was hardly an effective deterrent, as both his tits and dick keep winking through the front. So fucking hot. “Baby, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but could you?” Nix waves at the front of the shirt, and Grayson sighs, giving Luca a hand with the buttons while Luca mutters under his breath.

Finn sounds genuinely baffled as he continues his explanation. “It is unusual. The feedback loop is entirely possible, if not well-documented, and we do train for the contingency. But this…was not like that. Jamie had to Alpha-Voice Rowan to get his knot down.”

“Alpha-Voice? Why does that sound ominous?”

Jamie rubs his neck—his usual telltale sign of discomfort. “It’s exactly what it sounds like, I guess. And yeah, it’s bad. Alphas can push their will into their commands. It should never be used except in emergencies. I’m Rowan’s Pack Alpha and an enigma, so it had to be me, but I would never—”

The thought alone makes Nix nauseous because while he knows Jamie would never force someone against their will unless he absolutely had to—someone else would.

Alphas without honor would use it to their advantage.

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