Page 185 of Bliss & Her Idols

I can feel it: My men through the bond, their emotions and needs.

I’d always thought that Chase must have been exaggerating about this side of his bond to his Feral pack.

I was wrong.

Torin’s emotions are like threads connecting me to him. But not only my Alpha. They coil out to every pack member

I can sense Torin’s sparking, obsessive love. Yet also the loneliness and shame that runs like a frozen river underneath.

Sleeping, Cricket’s emotions are a sweet and serene happiness.

Yet I can feel something special through Cricket’s bond. A strength. It’s like a blossom tree, which is pretty and soft on its top but has a solid, strong trunk. It also has deep roots, both of integrity and love.

I sit up in the bed, suddenly wide awake. “That feels incredible.”

Torin’s lips twitch. “You all do.”

“What day is it?” I demand.

“Sunday. Let our Omega sleep.”

I glance around the plain bedroom. “Where’s Jin?”

Torin finally stops playing, resting the guitar in his lap.

He cocks his head, listening. He points at the closed bathroom door.

I listen as well to the muffled sound of the shower spray.

“He’ll be in there for at least an hour,” Torin says, indulgently. “The dorms only have cold water. So, whenever Jin has a chance to use hot water, he turns into a merman. Ryan looked after him well, while we were in the Omega Chamber. Miracle of miracles, Ryan even managed to keep our Beta resting in bed by threatening to disturb your heat if he got up. Smart man.”

“Jin is okay now?”

“As okay as any of us are, until Mena arrives home.”

Anxiety spikes through me.

“She’s not back yet,” I say like a spell against evil.

Torin quirks his brow. “Don’t tempt fate. She could be back at any moment. And she hunts sheep.”

I glare at him. “I’m a wolf.”

Torin gestures at me, trying to hide his grin. “Are you?”

I look down at myself, confused.

Then I freeze.

I’ve been dressed in a sweet, strawberry scented nightgown, which is fluffy, pink, and covered in cute sheep and hearts.

“You did this,” I accuse.

“Hey, don’t blame the innocent Alpha. I really didn’t. Blame Sarah, Una’s Omega. She’s kindly donated some of her clothes to you, while Ryan has offered his for Cricket. What’s wrong? Not your style?”

“Bite me.”

“Already have.”

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