Now, I feel like that eighteen-year-old kid who had just designated as an alpha—on the edge of a rut and filled with raging hormones threatening to take over rational thought.
I’m not going to lie, that’s a definite disadvantage of finding our scent-matched omega—not that I would change it for anything in the world.
But is that true?
Because I think I’d give just about anything for Kiara to be here with us.
We’re not her scent matches. No amount of wishing on our parts has made that any truer, but we still thought she would end up part of our pack.
I love Mason and Davis. The three of us have been friends since we were kids, and as teens, we became more than that. Our friendship grew into a bond that’s unbreakable, but we always knew something was missing. Unlike many packs, we never thought it was an omega.
No, we knew it was Kiara who was missing. She was what would make our pack complete.
Now, we know it was both she and Crew we were waiting for.
When I realized who he was to us, I was ecstatic, and I couldn’t understand why everyone was so upset. At least until I realized it was because Kiara was upset. Then Crew explained that her greatest fear had come true, leaving us all reeling after watching her walk—no, run—away from us.
“I feel like I need to make this perfectly clear,” Crew says quietly, his eyes on the counter as he refuses to meet our eyes. “Scent matches or not—without Kiara, there can be nothing between us.”
A growl escapes Mason, but he quickly cuts it off. “We want Kiara as part of our pack.”
“So you keep saying.” Crew sighs, the sound filled with obvious worry. “But she doesn’t believe that. I can tell her that until I’m blue in the face, but it’s going to be on the three of you to prove it to her. If she doesn’t choose you, then neither will I. Do you understand?”
“We do,” I assure him, ignoring the anger and pain raging inside of me as my alpha fights against the idea of never having the omega in front of me—myomega.
“All we’ve ever wanted was for Kiara to be happy. We want that to be with us, but we would never try to take you from her. You need to understand that.”
Crew’s eyes finally lift from the counter as he stares at Davis. Eventually, he nods. “Okay. I believe you.”
Relief courses through me at his words. Something tells me that if our answer had been anything except that, we wouldn’t stand a chance with him.
“When Kiara comes home—whether that’s by choice or me having to go out and find her—I will be telling her in no uncertain terms that she’s always been my top priority and that won’t be changing any time soon.” He pushes away from the island and stands, facing the three of us as he straightens his shoulders. “I may be an omega, but I won’t be ruled by some instinct born from a scent match. She will be the one to decide how we move forward.”
I incline my head, a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth that I attempt to hide. “I understand, omega. You worry about your relationship with Kiara, while we figure out how we’ll move forward to show both you and Kiara that we’re serious about you.”
He considers me for a moment before nodding. “You do that. I will tell her that the three of you expressed your interest in both of us, but the rest is up to you.”
Without a backward glance, he walks out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
The three of us remain silent as we continue to eat our sandwiches. I’m sure Davis and Mason are just as lost in their thoughts as I am.
If we haven’t been able to convince Kiara that we want her by now, do we really have a chance?
As teens, I don’t think she ever took me and Davis seriously when we’d ask her to go out with her. She would just blow usoff and tell us to stop screwing with her. I don’t think she knew about the three of us during high school, but we’ve never hidden it once we officially formed our pack. We proudly wear each other’s bites. I wonder if our bond is what caused her to not take us seriously.
Then another thought hits me.
What would it be like to see Crew and Kiara wearing our bites?
Fuck.
My cock throbs as it presses against my pants, and I clear my throat as I adjust myself.
“Do I even want to know where your head is for you to be getting hard right now?” Davis asks with a chuckle.
I flip him off. “Just thinking about Crew and Kiara wearing our bite marks.”
Both my lovers hiss before Davis throws his head back with a laugh. “That would do it, and while that’s the goal—how the hell are we supposed to get to that point with them?”