Page 29 of His Bonded Omega Mate
“Roan has enemies in the pack. We still haven’t proven which ones were in on the attack on him.”
“Attack?” Asher straightened up from where he stood leaning against the wall.
“During the beta sickness, other alphas of the pack attacked and badly beat Roan. They left him on the floor a mangled mess.” Larken slumped onto a neatly made bed. “We identified three of them and they were exiled, but there are others out there.” Larken’s eyes met Hiroshi’s. “Having lost three members for Roan hasn’t exactly made him popular. Those guys had friends here that might not have been a part of it, but they are holding grudges for lost friends.”
“So we need to watch out for the other alphas? Is that what you are saying?” Hiroshi asked, his voice small and unsure.
“What I’m saying is that Roan is Kade’s ex. He was in the Hayes pack, so people are cautious about him. He killed Rincoln, preventing Blake from getting hurt, so that’s a point in his favor. Mating as a group just puts another target on his back.”
“How so?” I finally spoke up, hating that Hiroshi looked devastated.
“Anything that has him standing out right now is bad. You need to keep him from being gossip. You know how shifters like to talk. The pack already believes he gets special treatment from the alpha.” This alpha cared about Roan deeply.
“Do you believe that?” I demanded. I hardly knew Roan, and here I was defending him. Spending just a short time with him made me aware of how gentle the alpha was, so unassuming.
“Goddess, no! Look, saving Elliotte will help his image —“ he held a hand up to stop my words. “Not that it was the reason he did it. He loves those babies as if they were his own. Kade is like a sibling to him these days, however weird that sounds.”
“So, what’s the solution?” Hiroshi whispered, looking overwhelmed.
“Keep it as quiet as you can until you know it’s going to work. Keep an eye out for each other. Roan’s one of my only friends here, so I’ll help keep him safe as best as I can.”
The Sweetwater pack was supposed to be a fresh start for us. Just what had we walked into? A pack attacking members, traitors trying to steal babies, and an alpha that I was pretty sure was in love with his best friend.
Experiments
Roan
Aweekofbeingpampered sounded like heaven, right? Wrong. I was about to climb the walls if I couldn’t go to the gym or work off this sexual frustration.
By some sort of torturous planning, I’d slept in the spare room of the small house Hiroshi shared with the betas. They all slept, or didn’t sleep, together, every damn night.
In the early hours of the morning, I’d wake to moans and sighs. The creaking of bedsprings would keep me awake as Hiroshi giggled and groaned.
All I could imagine was the filthy things that both betas were doing to him, and to each other from what I could hear. I longed to join them, though I felt hesitant about my welcome.
I’d thought when Hiroshi suggested I come stay while I recovered that I’d be sharing with him since he was my mate. But no. They didn’t want to hurt me while sleeping and Hiroshi was a snuggler.
Spending time with my mate was fantastic. It overjoyed my wolf to have such a sweet and intelligent mate. Hiroshi was everything that I could have asked for. Super cute, being smaller than me so I could manhandle him all the time, if he was up for that, of course. He was kind and caring, often thinking of others’ needs before his own. Hiroshi was loving and funny and within just a week, he’d stolen my heart.
It didn’t get any better when I was finally allowed into his bed at the start of the second week. Being close to him, touching him, holding him as he slept, was wonderful. Everything that I hoped for, but there was the awkwardness of having two other people in the bed.
The first night we slept in the same bed, the betas had slept in the spare room to save the awkwardness. However, Hiroshi really couldn’t settle with just me in the bed. He loved being held and squished between the betas and while being close to me was great, he just missed them and hardly slept. The next night I’d sucked up any lingering weirdness and asked them to share the bed with us. There was room. We all fit comfortably on the bed, but it was still strange to share my mate.
There was literally nothing I wouldn’t do for him by the time we hit the third week. This meant that I had to suck it up and see how I could make this bond work with the three of them. My mate literally needed the betas to be fully happy.
I knew it might not work and it would hurt everyone’s feelings, but I feared the not knowing would do more damage than if it fell apart. Giving it a solid go would show Hiroshi that I would put him first always.
So, with that in mind, I left the clinic early, where I’d been working alongside my mate, and walked across the compound to the shared house to speak to Tate and Asher.
“Hey, is anyone home?” I called as I entered.
“Kitchen,” Asher answered.
He was the one that I couldn’t get a handle on. Tate worshiped both Hiroshi and Asher, but with Asher I sensed a distance. He was more cautious and sensitive. I wondered if part of it was his awareness of what Hiroshi had gone through over the last few months. It was certainly part of why I was taking things slowly with my mate. He wasn’t broken, but there were fractures.
“Tate around?” I asked as I took a seat at the small table.
“On his way. He said you wanted to talk?”
