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My mate hadn’t said as much, but I’d felt our split loyalties wearing on her, too.
Now that we’d finally claimed her, my wolf had been demanding her full and undivided attention to himself in the bedroom. Sure, our mating bond was newer than the bond she shared with Mongrel and Silver, but it was just as strong. My animal’s jealousy was unfounded. I just hadn’t found it in me to curb his asshole tendencies fast enough.
I know my alpha better than most. Grimm wasn’t made to share.
Silver’s words rang in my head, filled with bitter resignation. His hopelessness lodged like a knife in my gut. What’s worse, I knew he wouldn’t even fight it. Because that’s what an omega did. Served the dominants.
Well, not in this. Not in our mating.
Honestly, Sasha was a drug I’d quickly become addicted to. She was the calm in the vicious storm of my life. I needed her and I was man enough to admit it. But I’d been so caught up in experiencing a mating bond with a woman who poured so much love into you that the rest of the world stopped spinning, that I’d been excluding her chosen mates from sharing that love.
And there was no fucking way I could let it stand.
Tonight, my wolf would learn to share, plain and simple.
I’d been wrong earlier when I’d said it was up to our little alpha to fix what I broke.
Sure, she was the keeper of our bond. The purpose which throbbed between us, making us whole and injecting something vital into our lives. However, she deserved better than being pulled to the breaking point in a pointless tug of war between animals. It wasn’t up to my mate to make up for my dumbass mistakes.
With one little text, Sasha had communicated her desire to take our intimacy to the next level and made her demands perfectly clear. I’d come storming up to our den, my possessive beast ready to tear the other two away so he could feast on her affection, but I’d held myself back.
Her message rang like a clarion call in my head, both summons and warning—
I need you. ALL of you. Now.
With one little word, Sasha had encapsulated the problem and made my selfishness perfectly plain. So, instead of barging in there like an asshole, I’d forced my wolf to stand at that bathroom door and listen—really listen—to what our other mates shared. To luxuriate in their pleasure. To bask in their heat. To acknowledge their connection. To feel the way the three of them danced together in a wave of give and take.
They fit. Mongrel, Silver and my Sasha. They fit together so beautifully it hurt. And I longed to join them. But first, I had to communicate to my sweet omega that I would do better. That he deserved his place in our lives and my den.
Through the Chaos, Silver and Mongrel had become more than brothers. We were our own family now, stronger as a unit than apart. And we were equals. Submissive or dominant, it made no difference when it came to being worthy of love.
The sooner we all got that truth into our wolves’ thick heads the better.
The Blood Moon Goddess had shown us that the four of us had something magical. I may not feel the same sexual attraction that Mongrel and Silver shared, but I loved them deeply and without question all the same.
And we all loved that fierce little wolf, our alpha mate.
Even as a human struggling to understand our world, Sasha had accepted our wolves’ claim without question. Fought for it, in fact. The least we could do was give her that same sense of security. Words were cheap but actions were arrows sent straight from the soul. It was time to show our woman that she was the heart of our new family. Now and always.
59
A LITTLE GIVE AND TAKE
Silver
I did my best to swallow the growl in my throat. My wolf hated this part. Hated it.
Every moment spent in our mates arms was pure bliss but what came next slayed me. I might as well have torn my beating heart out of my chest and fed it to the crows. And the worst fucking part was I couldn’t even turn my rage on Grimm.
My wolf loved his alpha.
Not in the same way he recognized Mongrel and Sasha as my lovers, but he cared for him all the same. He was more to me than an alpha. More than the President of the Soul Reapers. Fuck, he was more than a brother.
Our connection went thicker than blood. It was a bond forged at the very root of our essence. I would’ve laid my life down for that man in a shot.
We were fated mates. All four of us.
And, being mated meant more than fucking, it was about sharing a life together. So every time his beast chased us out of his den as soon as Sasha had taken her fill, it was like being punched in the soul.
