Page 56 of Knot Their Boo
“Well they paid someone to record everything, and also they have security cameras, but I just thought, why not.” Plum sniffs, swiping her tears away, still holding one of my hands.
“Congratulations, Bro. When’s the bonding ceremony? Or are you going to have a wedding?” Benson asks as he steps up beside Plum. Rhian hugs his little brother, not even bothered by the shirtless, blood covered alpha. Considering Taron is just as messy, that makes sense.
Plum on the other hand glares at him, releasing me to cross her arms over her chest. I snort as Benson pulls me in for a hug next. I’m also already covered in fake blood, so whatever.
“That’s up to Sable. I’m just happy to be in her pack. We’ll bond however she wants,” Rhian says with a huge grin, pulling me back against him now that I've been released by Plum.
“Not to be rude, but we’ve got places to be now!” Taron announces, patting Benson on the back before pulling Plum into a hug. “Thank you for making sure our girl showed up tonight.”
“Anything for my best friend,” Plum says, blowing me a kiss as the guys lead me toward the door.
To think, I was dreading returning to this town because of all the stares and whispers that will never stop. Mrs. Baker is like ninety, she’s not going to suddenly become a better person. But that doesn’t mean I can’t change the way I feel about it.
Like Plum said. Why should I give a fuck what a bunch of people I don’t even respect say about me?
I have everything I need, and more.
No one is ever going to take my joy away from me again, no matter how hard they try.
Fuck the haters. I’m not their boo.
I’m Colter’s, Rhian’s, and Taron’s.
My pack. My mates.
Mine.
SABLE
“I don’t think I want to do a wedding,” I admit, lifting my head to peek at the bodies on either side of me. Glancing down, Taron lifts his head just enough to blink at me before dropping his head back onto my abdomen. After the party, the four of us came back to Taron’s place and spent six hours making love in the nest.
Okay, we also fucked like crazy too. I’ve been laying here staring at the ceiling for half an hour, watching the sun rise through the window. Colter peeks one eye open and glances at me, his head propped up by his arm. He’s distractingly naked, they all are, but then again, so am I.
Maybe I should cover my breasts so they hear me. The second I lift my hands out of Taron’s hair though, he whines, cutting off his perfect alpha purr.
Fine. They’re grown men, they’re capable of concentrating while boobs are visible.
“Whatever you want, baby,” Rhian says sleepily, rolling onto his side to face me. Slowly he lifts his hand, caressing my left breast. Fuck, maybe I’m the one who can’t concentrate when breasts are present.
“I want to bond with you right now,” I say through a breathless moan, fighting really hard to stay on topic. All three oftheir scents spike, these words getting their attention as Colter and Rhian both sit up, while Taron supports his weight on his elbows, still over my body. Very distracting.
“Now? Not after a ceremony?” Taron frowns as he asks, glancing to the other men for confirmation he heard me correctly.
“Now. Who’s the pack lead going to be?” I ask, and three of us turn to face the alpha on my right all at once.
“Me?” Colter asks, eyes wide as he points to himself. “You three want me to be pack lead?” He looks completely shocked by this, but I’m not sure why. He’s the obvious choice. A natural leader. Calming and protective. Everything a pack lead should be.
Sometimes packs are formed slowly over time, and a pack lead is whoever brings the other alphas together. Sometimes, like right now, the lead is chosen by their soon-to-be pack.
“Do you think it should be Taron instead?” Rhian asks, lifting his brow at the other alpha, who scoffs.
“No, definitely not. He tried to pretend he wasn’t stalking you two by saying you liked it, like that somehow makes it not stalking.” Colter shakes his head, chuckling as he clearly remembers that conversation.
“First of all. Rude. Both of you.” Taron glares at the other two men, but turns back to Colter. “Second, you’re a better fit for this than I am.” I wonder why Colter is hesitant? Maybe he feels as though he doesn’t deserve the title. It’s kind of a big deal.
“Fuck,” Colter murmurs, blinking down at me. I sit up as Taron lets me scoot further up the bed, and I pull my knees to my chest. I don’t need them using my own boobs to distract me again.
“Will you be our pack lead, Colter Brown?” I ask, pouting my bottom lip out, hoping that blinking up at him through mylashes will be enough to sway him. Alphas struggle to say no to their omegas.
