Page 40 of Their Knotty Pack
Chapter 18
Bethany
My eyes blink open, my body feeling heavy and used in thebestway. Except my shoulder, on the opposite side of where Miles bit me. I must have slept wrong or something because that particular area is feeling pretty damn sore.
Nothing can dampen the perfection of this moment though. The room is cast in a soft glow by the overhead lights, and Miles' sleeping face is only inches from mine. He looks so sweet and pure like this, his eyes closed and lips slightly parted. Some kind of wonderful scent swirls around me, making my head light and my thoughts a little blurry.
Mine,the voice in the back of my mind whispers. Duh. Of course Miles is mine.
I'm just about to reach forward and touch his face when a thick, strong arm tightens around my waist.
Instinctively, my hand runs along the corded muscle of the forearm, the skin a little rougher than I'm used to.
My stomach drops out from under me.
Not Miles' arm.
In a series of flashes, it all comes back. The heat clinic. The pain. Hours of not being satisfied. Miles' voice in my ear, telling me that my knots were here…
I'm scrambling out of the bed so fast I don't even register there are three other bodies besides Miles in the bed with him until I'm stood at the end, looking at all the naked men I could ever ask for.
Fuck, fuck,fuck.
The same naked men who are now blinking up at me, rubbing their eyes as they realize I'm clear headed and staring at them, not a writhing mess of need on the bed.
Breathe Bethany.
Taking a deep breath, I follow my own advice, immediately regretting it as a certain fact hits me.
My pack, my alphas.
The scents that were making me feel light headed and dizzy? They belong to my true scent matches, and not just Miles. Something is missing though, I just can't put my finger on what…
No, NO, Bethany. Don't eventhinkabout this pack or their delicious scents. It doesn't matter. Itcan'tmatter.
Why is it so hard to remember everything? Before I went on suppressants, the memories were hazy, but they were there. Why is it that I'm trying to play out how everything went in my mind and am coming up with barely anything?
"Miles?" I choke out, trying to sound as unaffected as possible as I ignore the three strangers in the bed, "How many days has it been?"
"Um, should we…?" the one with this sort of…all-American boy look, glances my way uncertainly.
Miles shoots him a look that makes my stomach turn before he turns back to me. "Little nymph, how do you feel?" He doesn't answer my question, instead he gets on his knees and does this little awkward knee-walk to the edge of the bed so he can take my face in his hands. I can tell that he's trying to flood our new bond with reassurance, but it just rolls off me.
"How many days has it been, Miles?" I can't stop the tears from welling in my eyes as my voice breaks.
"Baby…" Miles looks at me with shining eyes as he pushes a strand of wild hair behind my ear. "I really think we should talk about our—"
Why won't he answer the damn question?
"I really think we should give you two some space—" Mr. All-American says, standing and throwing on some boxers.
"How many days?" My voice is shrill as he blinks at me, and then finally, he answers.
"Five days."
There's shuffling behind him as I stare at my omega, my bottom lip wobbling. Five days. We've been with our true scent matches for five days. There's no way I can ever satisfy a heat without them again. My omega won't allow it. I'm going to have to go back on heat suppressants, and—
My eyes catch on the tall, muscular alpha with platinum blonde hair. I vaguely recognize him as the one who was right on my other side while I slept. It washisarm that was wrapped around me. He pauses after pulling on his boxers, fixing me with a damn smirk.
