Page 22 of Stuck with my Pack
I’ve been fighting against this for most of my life, resentful of being an Omega, wanting to choose my own course for myself instead of letting my instincts direct my life. But now, in this moment, I’m wondering why I’ve been struggling so hard. This is better than wonderful, more than consuming, and completely fulfilling.
A soft moan escapes me, and I melt into him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as his hand slides down my side, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. For a moment, everything else fades away—the stairs, the inn, the tension weighing on all of us. It’s just Tyler, his touch, his scent, the way he makes me feel like I’m the only thing that matters.
But then my gaze flickers upward, drawn by the weight of something unspoken, and I see Brodie and Ethan. They’re standing to either side of the staircase. Brodie’s amber eyes lock on me, watching everything. I can see him adjust himself.
My gaze flickers to Ethan, whose expression looks like a storm cloud, I can positively feel his desire in the air between us. Heat and promise simmers in his gaze, raw and unguarded, and my breath catches.
The weight of their attention sends a shiver down my spine, and my Omega keens softly, torn between wanting more and wanting all of them. I’m so slick.
“Tyler, stop,” I whisper, pulling back abruptly. My voice is shaky, my cheeks flushed, and I can feel the heat radiating off my skin. I scramble off his lap, muttering something about needing water as I flee toward the kitchen.
As I step away, I don’t miss the way Brodie and Tyler make eye contact. I can feel their unspoken communication, and it takes everything I have not to shed my clothes and present myself to them.
My heart races, my body still humming with the aftermath of Tyler’s touch, but my mind is already spinning in a dozen different directions.
10
ETHAN
Walking back into the kitchen I see Sophie run out the back door, muttering something about needing to check on something in the barn.
She bolted from the room like the walls themselves were closing in on her.
Her scent lingers in the air—sweet and sharp with a bitter tang of anxiety, a heady blend of arousal and confusion that wraps around my senses and urges my Alpha to both protect her, and have her naked beneath me.
My Alpha is restless and demanding, claws at me to follow her, to claim her, to make her mine.
I glance at Brodie and Tyler. Brodie’s gaze is fixed on the door Sophie just fled through. His face is calm, but there’s a tension in his jaw that betrays his thoughts.
Tyler stands nearby, one hand on the edge of the table, his face a mask, but I can smell their familiar scents mixing together and know that they are moments away from following. The room feels heavy, charged, like a storm waiting to break.
“ I…I think I may have moved too fast,” Tyler says, looking frustrated. “God. It’s all I can do not to fucking run after her and take what everything in me says is mine.”
“You should go,” Brodie says finally, clearing his throat, his voice rough with something unspoken. His amber eyes meet mine, and for a moment, they blaze with need. There’s an understanding there that only comes from years of knowing each other. “If all three of us crowd her right now…” He doesn’t finish the sentence, but he doesn’t have to. We all know it.
“She’s overwhelmed,” Tyler agrees, his tone softer than usual, though the edge of teasing isn’t completely gone. “One Alpha’s probably more than enough for her right now.”
He gives me a pointed look, his grin tilting slightly. “And if I go it won’t stop at kissing.”
My jaw tightens, my Alpha roaring at the truth in their words. They’re right, and it grates against every instinct I have not to charge after her immediately, not to pull her into my arms and let her know she doesn’t have to run.
My fists clench at my sides, the struggle to rein myself in a battle I’m not sure I can win.
“She’s freaked out,” Brodie adds, his voice quieter now, but his words hit harder than I expected. “You’re the one she trusts right now, even if she doesn't know it. Don’t fuck it up.”
The weight of their words settles over me, grounding me just enough to make a decision. Without another word, I nod sharply, turning on my heel and heading for the door. My Alpha growls with approval, pushing me forward, urging me to find her, to comfort her, to make her feel safe.
As I step into the cool night air, her scent is waiting for me, pulling me like a lifeline. It’s softer now, threaded with uncertainty, but it’s enough.
I follow it, the barn door ahead swinging slightly in the breeze, and I know she’s there, waiting. And for now, it’s just her and me.
The cool night air bites at my skin, but the storm inside me burns hotter, drowning out the chill. I can’t stay away, not whenher scent lingers in the air like a beacon, pulling me toward her. It’s sweet and grounding, with an edge of something raw and untamed—it cuts through the crisp night, setting my body on high alert.
I step inside the barn, my boots crunching against the dirt floor, and pause. The faint rustle of movement draws me around the side of the barn.
There she is, in the dim light spilling from a nearby bulb, wrestling with a plank of lumber nearly twice her size.
Her shoulders strain, her grip unsteady, as she tries to drag it across the uneven ground. A spike of protectiveness flares through me, white-hot and impossible to ignore. She’s so goddamn determined, even when it’s obvious she shouldn’t be doing this alone.
