Page 30 of Stalked By the Alphas
She gulps loudly. “What about it?”
I turn my back on Carter, who is moving closer, clearly desperate to know what I’m doing. I’ve never told the two alphas in my pack what Hazel told me. They know her masked magician fear, everyone at that party knows, but this… they don’t know.
“I know this is a lot to ask, Leah, but is there any chance you can tell me who the masked magician was? Do you know where your parents hired him from?”
I blink as she hangs up.
Okay, that tells me two things. She knows, and she is scared. Did this fucker get to Leah as well? And if so, who else did he abuse? This gives me even more reasonto want to track him down and slice his fucking dick off before I shove it down his throat and choke him with it.
“What is that about?” Carter asks.
I turn back to him as I pocket my phone and narrow my eyes as Zach hovers, curious as well. I can’t very well tell them it’s nothing, but is this the time to spill all? “Just following up on something,” I say after a beat.
“What something?” Zach asks. “Are you planning to get the exact same masked magician in front of Hazel to make her really lose her mind?” His bitterness doesn’t go unnoticed, but I ignore it. It’s just Zach being Zach. His brain doesn’t work the same as most people’s. It is fractured. He has never spoken of it, but I see signs of traumatic abuse all over him. If he wants to talk about it, he knows where I am. Until then, I mind my own business. We all have our demons, and we don’t need to shout them from the rooftops like children begging for attention.
I force my face into a feral grin. “Exactly that. It’s like one mind.”
His eyes widen, and then he returns the smile. “Harsh but imaginative. Leah didn’t say?”
I shake my head. “No. She was distracted.”If that’s what we are calling it these days.
“Well, I approve of this,” Carter says. “But right now, we are wasting time. Noah. You have already entered the house through the front door, so you go in and then open the kitchen window for us. Zach and I will climb in from there. If we all stand around, crowding the doorway, it will be more suspicious.”
“Agreed,” I say and pat the pocket of my combat pants where my lock picks are.
As one, we move out.
It is still daylight out, but dusk is coming. We won’t be completely unseen, but it is better to split up. Carter and Zach head to the park to make their way around the back of Hazel’s house while I stick to the high street, walking past the pub and the closed shops towards Hazel’s front door.
I already have the lock pick in my hand when I reach the door. Quickly getting to work, I unlock it and push it open carefully. Something slides along the floor on the inside. Stepping inside casually, I close the door and lock and bolt it. This will ensure two things. If Hazel did forget but knows she forgot, it will fuck with her mind, and two, it will keep her safely locked away from the world while we ravage her.
Looking down at the floor, I see a bear shoved to face the wall when I opened the door. Frowning, I crouch down and notice straight away that it is a nanny cam. I move it back into place and pause to see if there is any movement.
The house is quiet except for faint whimpers coming from upstairs, so I make my way to the kitchen, hyper-aware of every creak of the floorboards.
At the kitchen window, I pause to put on the white mask before unlocking it and pushing it open. Carter and Zach are already waiting in the garden, which is surrounded by trees and shrubs. They climb in stealthily, their own masks already in place. We exchangesilent nods, communicating wordlessly as we’ve done countless times before.
Letting Carter go first, as he is our prime alpha, we creep up the stairs. Hazel’s scent grows stronger. Sweet omega pheromones mixed with the musky tang of heat. My cock strains to get to her, eager to claim what’s ours. But I force myself to stay focused. This isn’t just about getting my dick wet. It’s about breaking her completely.
We pause outside her bedroom door. Inside, we can hear her laboured breathing, soft moans of discomfort, and a dull hum of what I assume is one of those vibrators that knots. Carter pushes the door open and steps inside.
Hazel is curled in her nest, naked and glistening with sweat. Her eyes are glazed and unfocused as she writhes against the blankets. She doesn’t seem to register our presence at first. Her grip is weak on the vibe buzzing away in her pussy, and I stifle the groan as the scent of her slick fills the air. She is so far gone, she doesn’t even notice as we crowd into her bedroom.
Good. That tracks.
Hearing Carter hiss at the same time as I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut, I know standing here with the omega we know is our fated mate, covered in slick and in the throes of her heat, has brought on our rut. I’d half expected it. It is always around the same time as Hazel’s heat, fate telling us that we are meant to be together, but this is perfect timing. Now we can knot her properly. There is always a small knot whenever we orgasm, enough to satisfy an omega in heat, but nowthey will inflate to full size, ensuring Hazel will be fully sated for a time. I strip off, as do the other two alphas. Hazel is writhing in her nest, trying to find relief from the vibrator, but it’s not doing a good enough job. I kneel at the side of her nest and place my hand over hers, feeling the vibrations echo down my arm.
Hazel’s eyes open groggily. She tries to focus on me, but I can see she is incapable of processing the reality of me next to her.
“Shh, there, Hazel. We will take care of your heat for you. Do you want that?”
Her whimpers turn to moans as we promise her everything she is craving.
Carter kneels close by and strokes her sweaty forehead. “Stay asleep, Hazel. Your dreams will take care of you.”
“Dreams,” she murmurs, her eyes closing again. I pull the vibrator out of her pussy and nearly keel over from the scent of her slick all over it. I leave it turned on and can’t resist shoving my mask up a bit and licking it like a lollipop, emitting a groan of pure lust. My cock, which was already rock hard bounces with eagerness. I need her. I can’t wait. I enter her nest without her permission, but right now, I don’t think she cares. She is pliable as I spread her legs wide and duck my head to lick her sweet pussy, flicking her clit with my tongue. And then I devour her.
I eat Hazel’s pussy with desperate hunger, my tongue delving deep to taste every drop of her sweet slick. She writhes beneath me, soft whimpers escapingher lips as I bring her closer to the edge. Her scent is intoxicating, clouding my mind with lust.
