Page 28 of His Unicorn Alpha
“I guess I can relate to that,” Beck admitted. “But…I have to sit at that table, Mike.” He scrunched his nose. "Please tell me you, like, sanitized it afterwards, or something."
I opened my mouth to tell him we actually christened one of his chairs, but I was interrupted.
“Didn’t you knot Ollie on your dining table once?” Damon asked my old friend, and it was fun to watch him balk.
He looked to his mate with round eyes. “You told him—”
“We were having an omega chat. It came up.” Ollie shrugged.
"I've eaten at that table," I told him with exaggerated horror, more to tease him than because I was actually appalled. The shifter vs human-raised mentality about sex and propriety would always fascinate me. After spending so much time with humans, I felt like I related more to Beck and Rex than I did the other shifters.
Under his breath, Rex muttered, "Apparently, so has Beck."
Damon guffawed and offered his alpha a hand to high-five.
“As amusing as this chat is, I am feeling somewhat drained,” Brandt interrupted, and I immediately felt concerned. He looked around at his pack —our pack?— and, without looking at his brother, asked, “Can we discuss these latest developments later? I would like to return home and rest for a while. It has been an intense day.”
“That’s putting it mildly,” Damon murmured, but even his mirth had morphed into concern. “You’ve got yourself an alpha now.”
“We’ll talk,” I assured Beck when I could see that he wasn’t quite as willing to let it go. “But, for now, I’d like to take care of my mate.”
The vaguely possessive words sent a thrill of excitement through me.
My mate.
I had a mate.
That had not been on my bingo card for the day. If I was being honest, I never imagined I would have a mate of my own. I never imagined that I was secretly an alpha.
“Come, darling,” Brandt took my hand and guided me towards the door, and I thrilled int he reciprocal possessive vibes coming through the bond, wrapping me in his own desire. “Let us go home.”
Home.
My inner alpha liked the sound of that, too, even if it wasn't quite what I thought Brandt intended.
But, considering we had bonded and we had triplets on the way, maybe it would be soon.
Chapter Eleven
The knock at my front door did not come as a surprise, though I was a little shocked that it took my brother more than an hour to show up.
My little house was only situated a couple of miles away from Eric’s cottage (the same cottage which housed the fertility clinic), and I knew that he wouldn’t be able to fight his curiosity after learning that Micah and I had bonded. We were the fourth known couple to do so, after all, and in a unique situation again.
Unlike Beck and Ollie, or Lena and Brandi, we had bonded outside of a mating heat. While Rex and Damon had also bonded out of choice, they had done so after the birth of their son.
And unlike those alphas, Micah —my alpha— had already known he was a shifter before he had knotted me.
Gods, but I wanted to experience that again. My omega practically purred at the notion of being locked together and filled by our mate.
But, even though I would happily spend hours in bed with Micah, we had to talk properly. To get to know each otheras people, not just as compatible mates who had impulsively decided to agree with the hand fate had dealt us.
So, once we had acknowledged to our friends that, yes, we had bonded, and yes, Micah was an alpha, I had taken my mate by the hand and led him out of the Alpha’s home and to the clinic to retrieve my car. From there, I had driven us to my house, and we had sat and talked about everything and nothing.
It was a strange feeling, to be tied to the man for as long as he would live, but to not really know him. My omega felt as if we had known him forever, but I still wanted to know the basics. His favorite color (red), his favorite food (apple pie), his favorite human pastime (riding a pushbike or mountain bike surrounded by nature), and other odds and ends. I knew his birth date and age from our clinic’s records, but there were so many things still to learn.
He came from a pack in California, and it didn’t sound as though they were the same kind of people as Damon’s or Oliver’s packs. They sounded more like naturists or, as he called them, ‘hippies’. They treated all their pack members equally, and it sounded to me that they had a lot in common with the dragon clans of old. They even seemed to believe in the old magics and fate, or at least it sounded as though Micah’s mother did.
“It sounds as though she and I will have some very interesting conversations,” I told him as I pushed myself from the couch to answer the door.
