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I roll onto my side, facing Saint, and watch as his nose twitches, and his eyelids flutter. He’s our restless sleeper. I remember one time we slept together back at that hellhole that was an orphanage. We were still little, but I can’t remember how old. I woke up to him staring at me, his eyes wide open, and snoring. I was so freaked out that I screamed.
He jumped up, arms swinging, putting me behind him as he tried to protect me. Hunter came along not long after that year, sullen and furious at the world. It was just the three of us, struggling to survive in a world that hated us. As soon as we presented as alphas, we exchanged bonds and a promise.
These bonds would be the only ones we will ever exchange.
Chapter four
Bethany
I wake up witha start, the cobwebs of a nightmare clinging to me. My mind is unable to supply the location of where I am, even when I scan my surroundings. I go through a dozen different hotels and hostels before I remember the bar and Pack Crow.
Shit, what was I thinking? What even happened last night? They must think I’m an absolute mess.
I rub my face but don’t linger in bed. The sooner I find out what’s going to happen, the better. I find the bathroom, jump in the shower, and a quarter of an hour later, I come out clean and feeling human again.
On the bed, which is suddenly miraculously made, are some clothes, folded and in a neat pile. The pants I can do up with the drawstring, but the t-shirt is so big I need to tie it in a knot. Theysmell like coffee and licorice. I lift the collar of the shirt and just breathe in the scents of these alphas.
Delicious smells have slipped through the space between the door and the door frame, and my stomach growls, but I hesitate. Which isn’t like me at all. But I’m afraid of what’s going to happen.
What if they send me on my way? What if they don’t? Am I ready for this? My heart pounds. I adjust my top self-consciously and look up at the ceiling.
“Come on, Bethany, you can do this.”
It still takes me another couple of minutes before I find the courage to slip out of the room. I follow the scent straight into a small kitchen, where I find Hunter before a stove.
He’s got no top on. That's all I can think. It’s all I can stare at. Those big muscles stretching and contracting, all tawny and smooth.
I can’t do this! If I run now, I might be able to get away before he sees I’m here.
I drag my eyes down his body, but that’s worse. He’s wearing pajama pants with blue stripes. I inhale as I drag my eyes up from his ass and take in all the drool worthy flesh again.
He turns his head and smiles at me knowingly. I’ve been caught, red-handed. His gaze is wolf-like, and his smile is deadly. But his eyes linger on the clothes, and I shuffle and pull at the top.
“Thanks for the clothes,” I say belatedly.
“You look so much better in them than Saint does,” he says with a wink.
I burst out laughing. “Now, that I don’t believe, Saint is gorgeous.”
“Ah, she’s got good taste! Morning, darling,” Crow says and wraps an arm around my shoulders from behind. I’m trapped bythe arm holding my back to this alpha, and I can’t move, and I think I don’t want to ever again.
Even though he was touching me last night, I didn’t really expect it to continue, and Crow is so much more potent when I’ve slept and I’m not completely exhausted. Every inch of him that is touching me is felt with acute sensitivity. Licorice wraps around me and seeps into me. He takes over all my thoughts.
I feel so safe in his arms. What is going on here?
Hunter crooks his finger at me, Crow lifts his arm, freeing me, and I go to the shirtless alpha on stumbling legs. What is it about them? But now, I’m seeing his naked chest up close. He’s got no hair, defined pecs and abs, and small brown nipples. Everything about him makes me want to explore him with my tongue. Repeatedly.
“Try this.”
He holds a spoon to my mouth and feeds it to me.
I’m finding it really hard to meet his eyes, but as the flavour explodes in my mouth, I still.
“Mm, what is that?”
“A whole heap of things, but mainly tuna, tomato, onion, and rice.”
I arch my eyebrow at his smug words. “You don’t want to tell me?”
