Tryst Of Fate: Caught Between The Alpha And Beta

Olivia Cross was born broken, suffering from a birth defect unheard of among her kind. She is left weak and without a scent, a misfit in a pack full of strong wolves. She doesn't belong, she'll never be worthy. And her mates make sure she knows it.

Kaden Stone, the future Alpha of Glass Lake pack and Declan Connor, his future Beta, can't scent Olivia as their mate. But she's known they're hers for years. Unable to prove her claim, Olivia watches them with others while she suffers in silence. Until one night, one mistake, changes everything.

Forced to finally admit the truth of their bond, Olivia is crushed when they cruelly refuse her claim. Devastated, she leaves the pack, taking one last secret with her.

Free of her past, Olivia finds healing and strength, even becoming Beta Female to her brother's pack. But when she's forced to return home, she must face her mates as they learn the truth of their bond and the secret she took with her when she left.

With unseen enemies threatening their pack, can Kaden and Declan win back their mate while keeping their people safe? Can the three work together to save their pack and their bond? As the bounds of forgiveness are tested, can the three find happiness in a future that looks nothing like they planned? Or will they all fall victim to their Tryst of Fate?

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Ch. 1 Damaged

Olivia

With a defeated sigh, I drop my towel in front of the full-length mirror and force myself to take in my pudgy form. I accepted long ago that I’d never have the svelte figure of most she-wolves. But on days like today, when I have to dress up and mingle with the rest of the pack, it’s a painful reminder of all the ways I’m different.

I’d held out hope that with the birth of my wolf I’d finally attain the figure of my dreams, that my wolf would heal my damaged heart and I could finally do all the things other wolves do to stay fit and trim. But that dream was just the sour cherry on top of the sundae of my life’s many bitter disappointments. My softer, rounder figure is here to stay, just one more thing that makes me stand out. And I really hate to stand out.

It’s not that I can’t handle what people think of me. I’m used to the ridicule by now. It’s my family I really feel bad for. My parents are the pack’s Betas, powerful wolves who should have had strong heirs, not a daughter who’s weak as a kitten thanks to a heart defect almost unheard of in the wolf species. I’m the one stain on their otherwise stellar reputation.

I try saving them from the embarrassing stares and whispers, skipping all major pack events whenever possible. Unfortunately, tonight is the Full Moon Party and attendance is mandatory for the entire pack. Even for damaged goods like me.

Resigned to my fate, I pull my favorite green dress off the rack. It’s my go-to when I absolutely have to get dressed up, cut perfectly to frame my curves. The color highlights my emerald green eyes and most importantly, it doesn’t clash with my fiery red hair.

I wrangle my curls into an elegant chignon and dab on a bit of make-up. One more glance in the mirror and I decide it will have to do. No one expects perfection from me anyway.

“Livvy! Over here!” Ellie spots me the second I enter the ballroom. I wave, then weave my way through the crowd to her. She’s my best friend, takes no crap from anyone, and is loyal to the core. She’s the only reason I can face the fiasco this is bound to be and I already feel lighter seeing her here.

“I’ve been waiting for you!” She grabs my hand, pulling me back out the door I just came through, much to my confusion. “Let’s go!”

“Um, where are we going exactly?”

“Kaden’s having his own party, one without parents.” She winks conspiratorially. “Way less stuffy and way more alcohol!”

“Um, I don’t think-”

“Don’t finish that sentence Olivia Cross!” She interrupts with a growl. “You think too much. We’re going and you’re going to have fun! End of story!”

“Your brother won’t want me there.” I try to keep the heartache out of my tone.

“My brother’s an idiot! You’re not allowed to care what he thinks, Liv.” Her lips curl up into a sad smile. “One of these days he’s going to regret being such an ass.” She adds, and that’s definitely pity in her tone.

I’ve never had much of a poker face when it comes to my longing for her brother, Kaden, and his soon to be Beta, Declan Connor. I’ve loved them both since I was ten years old when they paid me in kisses for the cookies I baked for them. But that was a long time ago, before they were old enough to understand how broken I am.

The days when they returned my affection are long gone. On the rare occasions they actually acknowledge I exist, it’s only to remind me how unworthy I am to breathe the same air. They say I’m damaged and weak, and no one will ever want me, least of all them.

“What are the two of you doing here?” Kaden barks, storming in our direction. His rosewood and amber scent reaches me before he does and I go weak in the knees, the same way I always do when he’s nearby. I stare at my shiny gold shoes so he can’t see the hearts in my eyes.

“As your twin, I reserve the right to attend any and all parties hosted by you, with or without an invitation.” Ellie asserts with unwavering confidence. “If you disagree, I could always take the matter up with mom and dads. Of course, that would require informing them of these unsanctioned events in the first place.”

She smirks triumphantly at him while he scowls back at her. Then a sneer crosses his face as he tilts his head my direction, not even bothering to look at me, “What’s her excuse?”

“I’m her excuse. She’s my best friend and is welcome anywhere I go. Geez, you’re such an ass sometimes.” She admonishes him in typical Ellie fashion. “Don’t you have something, or someone, better to do than harassing us?”

To my shock and awe, Kaden turns his gaze fully on me. He’s beautiful, his dark hair and smoldering dark eyes leaving me starstruck. My skin prickles with heat under his attention and a mortifying blush creeps up my neck. He’s looking at me with fire in his eyes, like he wants to devour me and my heart races frantically at the thought.

But in the next breath, his lusty gaze morphs to something like disgust as the corner of his lip curls up, making it painfully clear he was just playing with me. “Whatever. I don’t see the point. It’s not like anyone else wants her here. But it’s not my problem. She’s your charity case.”

His words sting. More than they should considering I know to expect them by now. Stupidly enough, I still haven’t found a way to shield my tender heart from his venom.

Just when I think the night can’t possibly get any worse, Declan joins our little group and I audibly gasp when I see him approach. Where Kaden is all dark features and hulking muscle, Declan is light, with blond hair and sparkling eyes a girl could drown in. He’s less bulky than Kaden but just as fit and mouth-wateringly handsome.

Declan’s eyes twinkle with mirth, the strands of gold sparkling amongst the hazel and holding me entranced for a moment. His cedarwood and vanilIa scent is so distracting, I don’t even care that I’m the object of his amusement. And with his and Kaden’s scents combined, my knees fail me and I start to fall.

“Careful, rosebud!” Declan’s strong arms circle my waist, setting me back on my feet while I shiver at his use of the childhood nickname he gave me.

“Thank you.” I manage despite the fire burning my cheeks and the overwhelming desire to run and hide.

I scurry away as fast as I can but I swear I feel his eyes boring into my back. All I want is to go home, curl up under my covers, shut out the world. But the Alphas and Luna expect me here so I hide in the bathroom instead.

To my surprise, Ellie leaves me alone to wallow. When she finally comes looking for me, I reluctantly abandon my refuge. But I should know better than to think the worst was over.

“So, are you going to tell us what lucky she-wolf you ditched us for all night?” Kaden is asking Declan just as we walk past their table.

I slow my steps, hating myself for the sick need to hear his answer. One of the guys chimes in, an arrogant laugh in his tone “I bet he was making out with the Betas’ daughter and too ashamed to be seen with her. I noticed her missing too and I saw you earlier, holding her in your arms like she’s precious.” He pauses to make kissing noises. “Not that I blame you. She looks totally fuckable in that dress tonight. I’d do her.”

“You’d fuck anything, Justin.” Declan scoffs. “Some of us have standards. There is nothing remotely desirable about Olivia Cross. She’s useless and pathetic and I’d cut off my own dick before getting anywhere near her.”

A whimper escapes at his words before I can stop it. His head whips around at the sound and our eyes meet. He knows I heard him and I almost think I see regret in his eyes but I don’t stick around to analyze his expression.

“Mates,” my wolf, Lady, whines sadly and the pain in her voice only amplifies my own.

Did I forget to mention that Kaden Stone and Declan Connor, the future Alpha and Beta of Glass Lake, are my mates? To add insult to injury, I’ve known they were mine since I shifted early at fifteen, my only overachievement in life. Though it seems more of a punishment than anything.

Apparently my damaged heart isn’t my only defect because my scent hasn’t come in either, meaning my mates can’t detect our bond. Something about poor blood flow to my scent glands because of my feeble heart. Not that it really matters if my own mates can’t scent that I’m theirs. I’m damaged and weak and they’d never accept me anyway.

But I can’t help wondering why the Moon Goddess is doing this to me.

Ch. 2 Long Enough

Olivia

Declan’s hateful words replay over and over in my mind as I make my escape, not even slowing when Ellie calls my name. I have to get out of here before the dam breaks because I refuse to let any of those monsters see me cry. They don’t deserve my tears.

I’ve barely made it out the door before the familiar dull ache flares to life in my chest, telling me at least one of my mates is already more pleasantly occupied. As if I needed more proof that I’m less than nothing in their eyes, they don’t even stop to celebrate my misery before moving on to more entertaining things like their next conquest.

Too many nights I’ve lain in bed on the brink of sleep, only for the throbbing in my chest to startle me awake. At least this time I’m prepared for the torture to ensue

I hurry to make my way home as the discomfort intensifies, the pain a raging inferno, the torment too much to endure. By the time my house is in sight, I’m practically crawling, every step pure agony. I’m panting for air and my wolf howls in anguish, crying for the torture to end.

“Mates! Mine!” Lady whimpers in my head, the agonized sound another dagger to my heart.

She’d never say it but I know part of her blames me for our mates betrayal. She thinks if I told them they belong to us, they’d fall at our feet, beg our forgiveness, and never hurt us again. She’s too naive to understand they’d never believe us.

No one would. The weak little she-wolf couldn’t possibly be meant for the most powerful men in our pack. And with no scent to prove it, I’d only come off as desperate and pathetic, two things they already think I am.

I’d risk it for her though, tell them the truth, if I thought it would end our suffering. A rejection would prove to her once and for all that our mates will never be ours and this endless pain would finally stop. But they can’t reject a bond they can’t feel so I put that thought out of my mind.

At least my parents are gone for the night, I think as I stumble up the stairs to my room and drop onto my bed just as my legs give out. I’ve always managed to hide the worst of it from them but tonight is a new level of excruciating. Somehow, I find the strength to bury myself in my blankets before I give in to the pain, praying I will just black out. And mercifully, I do.

“Livvy, what’s wrong, sweetie?” I have no idea what time it is when I blink my eyes open, still dazed from the pain, to find mom hovering over me, daddy and papa right behind her looking equally concerned.

I open my mouth to assure them I’m fine but a whimper slips out before I can stifle it. “Olivia, tell us what’s going on! This isn’t the first time we’ve noticed you whimpering in your sleep, pawing at your chest like you’re trying to tear it open. Let us help you!” Daddy pleads.

“You can’t help me.” I state flatly, proud when my voice barely trembles. “This isn’t something that can ever be healed. Trust me. It’s just something I have to learn to survive.” My hushed tone, barely above a whisper, betrays what a poor job I’m doing at even that.

“Oh my sweet baby girl” Mom holds me tighter. “Whatever it is, we’re here for you. I can’t promise we can fix it but I can promise we’ll help hold you together when you feel like you’re falling apart.”

“Momma,” I sniffle, burrowing deeper into her embrace.

It feels so good to have her arms around me, filling me with her warmth and calming presence. I’m so, so tired of carrying this burden alone. Her words give me courage and I think, just maybe, it would be safe to admit the truth.

“Kaden and Declan are my mates, but they both hate me.” I blurt out before I lose my nerve.

“What?!” Papa bellows. “Livvy, that’s not possible! You don’t have a mate, sweetheart. You can’t bond without a scent. You must be mistaken.”

I shrink back at his incredulous tone. “I don’t know why the Goddess did this to me but I know I’m not wrong about them. But don’t worry, I know I’m not worthy of them and too weak to ever be a Luna, if that’s your concern. It doesn’t make it hurt any less that my own mates don't want me.” I spit back.

“This is just a crush, Olivia!” mom insists. “I know it hurts, but the pain will fade in time. You’ll get over it soon enough.”

“It’s not a crush, mother!” Her dismissive attitude has me angry now, overriding the pain for the moment. “I’ve known since I was fifteen years old that they were mine! Since the day of my first shift! Lady scented them both that very day.

“I can feel it when they’re with someone else and it’s only gotten worse as the years go by. It feels like my heart is being carved from my chest! That’s not a crush! It’s a betrayed bond.” Her face pales but she masks it quickly.

“Oh honey,” I bristle at her patronizing tone, “I know it can feel like that when your feelings aren’t reciprocated.” She steals an accusing glance at Daddy Finn. “But fifteen is way too young to scent your mate and likening it to a betrayed bond is a bit dramatic. You haven’t said any of this to Kaden or Declan have you?”

“Of course not! I’m not stupid! If I can’t trust my own parents to believe me, why would I think for a minute they would? You’re supposed to love me. They don’t even like me!” I’m shouting now, only just realizing I’ve jumped up from the bed and started pacing the room.

“That’s a relief. You’d be embarrassed when you realize you're wrong. I don’t want that for you.” But I have to wonder if it’s her own embarrassment she’s worried about. I don’t even recognize this version of her and it hurts my heart almost as much as my mates’ cruelty.

“Is this how you all feel?” I look pointedly at my fathers. “Do the two of you agree with her?”

“Livvy-” Papa’s tone is pleading for me to listen but I can tell by the identical expressions they wear, of resignation and defeat, that they won’t take my side and I can’t stay here a moment longer waiting for the support that won’t come. I should have kept my mouth shut.

I bolt for the front door in nothing but my threadbare nightgown. It’s freezing outside but I don’t shift. Lady would never let me follow through on my plan if I did.

I make my way to the edge of a cliff and stare down into the ravine. I’m terrified of heights and my stomach lurches as I peer over the side. But the promise of ending my anguish overrides my fear.

Three years I’ve lived with this pain. Three years of heartache and suffering. Maybe three years is long enough.

I shuffle closer until my toes hang over the edge. I’m still gathering my courage when I hear a voice carried on the breeze. “Patience, child.” The words are soft, a whisper on the wind, but I hear them loud and clear. “I’m so sorry for your pain, daughter. I promise your suffering won’t be in vain.”

Could that really be the Moon Goddess trying to literally talk me off the ledge? After this farce of a life she’s forced on me, can I really trust anything she has to say? The problem is, she’s asking for something I no longer have to give.

My patience has officially run out.

Ch. 3 Madness

Olivia

It’s been months since the night I stood on that cliff, contemplating my own demise. Sometimes I still wonder if I made a mistake, not ending my life. But in the end, I just couldn’t do it, couldn’t cause my family any more pain, even if it means my own suffering.

I’ve had a near perfect track record of avoiding my mates since the Full Moon party, though the pain of them betraying the bond visits me most nights. Unfortunately, that painfully short reprieve from their presence has come to an end. My best friend Ellie met her mates and we’re all in Sacred Moon for her Luna ceremony, making avoiding them impossible.

The party is raging around us. Everyone is smiling, dancing, celebrating but I just don’t have the energy to pretend. My eyes wander to the dance floor of their own accord, immediately finding the men I least and most want to see. They’re each wrapped up in women far more beautiful than me, with smiles on their faces and laughter in their eyes. The pang of loss that assaults me nearly sucks the air from my lungs.

“He’s just being polite, you know.” Ellie’s voice startles me. She snuck up on me and now her eyes follow mine to where her brother dances a little closer than necessary with an Alpha’s daughter. “As an unmated Alpha, it’s expected of him. He’s not serious about her.”

“I know.” I mutter, tossing back my whiskey sour. I don’t drink as a rule, alcohol and my medical issues don't mix well, but tonight is its own special kind of torture and sweet oblivion seemed my only option for survival. “He can dance with whoever he wants. I don’t care.”

She smirks at me, seeing my response for what it is, a bold-faced lie. She may not know he’s my mate, but there’s no hiding my heart from my best friend. She knows I’ve loved her brother since we were pups.

She doesn’t realize I’m watching Declan too, dancing right beside Kaden, with his hands resting on the hips of a brunette in a slinky dress. Ellie would really give me hell if she knew I was sitting here sulking over both of them. So I force myself to look away, staring into my nearly empty glass. That’s a problem I need to remedy soon.

“Okay then!” She slides into the seat next to me and orders two shots. “If you aren’t dancing then neither am I.”

“It’s your party! You can’t sit here with me. Go find your guys and have fun!” I insist but she won’t budge.

“They’ll be fine without me for a bit. I’m not letting my bestie drink alone!”

By the time her mates come to collect her, we've downed so many shots I’m officially blitzed. I remember I’d been sulking but have completely forgotten why. I’m already heading toward the dance floor, ready to enjoy my chemically-induced lack of restraint, when a large arm catches around my waist.

“Where do you think you’re going, Red!” Kaden growls in my ear. He fingers a stray strand of my hair, the obvious inspiration for the nickname. “You can’t show up here in that sexy black dress, tempting your Alpha, and think you can get away with it.” His words are slurred, as if him speaking to me at all isn’t already proof he’s smashed.

I look up into his eyes, the color of melty chocolate, to find them glazed with lust. He’s impossibly handsome with his dark brown hair flopping on his forehead, just the right amount of stubble covering his square jaw. I shouldn’t still want him after everything he’s done but I can’t help melting into his firm chest as he pulls me closer.

Electricity courses through me everywhere we touch, all rational thought fried upon contact. I find the smallest will to pull away, knowing he’s not in his right mind. But then sparks erupt on my back, skittering down my spine as Declan presses in close and my power to resist evaporates.

“Don’t play coy, Rosebud.” Declan rasps, his voice deep and sexier than I’ve ever heard it. “You can’t pretend this isn’t exactly what you want, have wanted for years.”

His body is pressed into my back, leaving no doubt of his desire for me. His hands fall to my shoulders then roam down my sides, forcing me to bite back a moan. But I can’t help searching Kaden’s eyes, waiting for the punchline.

“You don’t think we’ve seen the way you look at us? The way your eyes follow us anytime we’re in the same room?” He leans in further as he speaks, like his words are a secret meant just for me. “You want to be ours, Olivia. I can smell your arousal. I can feel it in the way your body responds to my touch.”

He’s arrogant, almost gloating in the way he teases me. I should run far, far away from the two of them. My head wants me to but my legs won’t move. Because he’s not wrong. What he’s offering me is exactly the thing I’ve dreamed of for years, to be the object of their attention, to be the one they desire

It’s not real, I know that. They’ve made no secret of their disgust for me over the years. Still, my stupid heart wants so badly to believe it is. Their intoxicating scents make my head all fuzzy, clouding my judgment even further.

“Come on, Rosebud. Let’s dance. It will help you relax.” Declan rumbles in my ear, even further weakening my resolve.

I let the two of them lead me to the dance floor, my body tucked into their sides. and it feels so right, like I’m finally where I belong. They pull me between them, Declan now in front with Kaden framing my back. We’re nothing more than a tangle of limbs swaying together, their erections pressing in on either side while sweat and slick coat my skin, but to me it’s everything.

I lose track of time as we dance together, only stopping long enough to down a few more drinks here and there. My mind has completely checked out, my sole focus on the way their hands feel roaming my curves. When Kaden squeezes my breast, his thumb brushing my nipple through the silk of my dress, the scent of my arousal plumes around us and he growls, a low, dangerous sound.

“No one gets to know how good you smell when you’re needy for us, Red. I think it’s time to go.” His possessiveness has my desire skyrocketing.

“G-, go? I whimper, even as I let him pull me through the crush of bodies still dancing the night away.

“Back to our room. You want that, right, Rosebud?” Declan circles his large palm from my hip to my inner thigh, dangerously close to the place I ache for him to touch, reminding me that yes, I do want that very much.

“Uh-huh,” I mumble, liquor and lust stealing my words.

As we sneak away from the party, my mind grasps for all the reasons I should stop this madness before it begins. I have very good reasons to hate these men but at the moment, I can’t remember a single one.

Deep down I know I shouldn’t want this but my heart and my wolf are traitorous whores. They’d have me flat on my back with my legs spread wide for our mates. And at the moment, there’s nothing I want more.

Kaden pulls out the key to his room and I let the two of them shuffle me inside. The massive bed takes center stage, filling most of the square footage in the tiny suite. It draws me in, running my hand over the luxurious, silky white linens, and I’m already imagining how they’ll feel sliding against my sensitive skin.

The two of them stand beside me, their calloused fingers caressing my bare arms, reminding me what they’re offering. The chance to have my mates, touching me, looking at me like I’m the only one they see, the only one who can give them what they need. It’s everything I want and the last thing I need.

Maybe I should have jumped off that cliff when I had the chance. Because these two men, they’re going to destroy me just as completely.

Ch. 4 Very Bad Idea

Kaden

My sister and her new mates throw one hell of a party. It doesn’t hurt that there’s an open bar serving nothing but top shelf liquor. Declan and I have definitely taken advantage of the free alcohol, skating right past tipsy all the way to totally trashed.

That’s my excuse for why I haven’t stopped lusting after Olivia Cross all damn night. My logical brain says this is a very bad idea, we’ll regret it later. But fuck if my hindbrain gives a shit about any of that right now.

The curvy redhead has starred in my dreams too often lately and it’s a little disturbing. Then the second I laid eyes on her tonight, looking like sin in that skin-tight little black dress that hugs all her generous curves, the strapless sweetheart neckline showcasing the swell of her full tits, I knew I had to have her. Maybe fucking her will get her out of my system because this madness has to stop!

“You’re so beautiful, Red. All lush curves and flawless skin. I’ve never seen anything sexier.” She preens under my praise and I reward her with a soft kiss, eager to seal the deal.

She tries to deepen the kiss but I step back to pull my shirt off, revealing my defined pecs and rippling abs. Her eyes are riveted to my body, her stare so intense she actually startles when Declan starts undressing her, and it’s my turn to preen. It shouldn’t feel so good to have her look at me that way but that’s a tomorrow problem.

For a moment I’m lost in her heated gaze as Declan slowly unzips her dress, leaving sizzling kisses along every inch of skin he exposes. But the minute the dress falls away, leaving her in nothing but her tiny lace thong, her expression changes from entranced to timid, her cheeks tinted the most gorgeous shade of pink. I have to do something before she scurries off like a frightened animal.

“Come here to your Alpha, Red.” I let a slight Alpha bark into my tone to help calm her as I reach out for her. She crawls to where I sit on the bed, letting me lift her to straddle my lap. “I see the wheels turning in your head. Turn them off and let go, just for tonight.” I murmur in her ear.

Gently cupping her face, I pull her in for a searing kiss. I feel her nerves melt away with every stroke of my tongue as I explore her mouth. Declan’s hard chest presses into her back, his considerable length like hot steel against her ass. His lips find her neck, his hands plucking her nipples roughly as I continue to ravage her mouth.

“Fuck, Rosebud! You feel so good in my arms, all satin skin and soft curves. I knew it would be heaven to touch you, but never dreamed it would be this perfect!” Declan rhapsodizes, mapping her body with his rough hands like he’s trying to memorize every dip and curve.

He’s not wrong. Her body is the stuff of fantasies, soft and lush in all the right places. She’s totally fuckable, she’s just not mate material, a fact we’ve made sure she understands.

“You’re a Goddess, little flower. Your Alpha and Beta are bowing at your feet, begging to worship this beautiful body. Let us worship you.” I slip her panties aside, my fingers gliding through her slick folds as I purr the words.

I find her swollen nub and circle it once, twice, waiting for her answer. But Declan’s teeth graze her neck as he gives her nipples a harsh tug, replacing her words with a sensuous moan. Instead, she bravely reaches inside my tight briefs and pulls out my hot, hard cock, making her answer clear. Fuck, yes!

She strokes me clumsily, using both hands to circle my girth. She’s obviously inexperienced but fuck it feels incredible. I throw my head back on a groan, drowning in pleasure while she works me over with her hands.

Declan slides his thick shaft between her ass cheeks, his sticky pre-cum mixing with her dripping slick, and she lets out a satisfied hum. She rocks her hips between us, chasing her high, and fuck if I don’t almost shoot my load at the sensual sight.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Take what you need. Fuck, your hands feel so good!” I grunt, slipping a finger inside her weeping hole. “So fucking wet! So tight.” I’m going to come from just her hands on my cock and my fingers in her hot little pussy if I’m not careful.

“Let me feel.” Declan turns her head to capture her lips with his before sliding his finger into her tight cunt right next to mine.

“So full.” She moans, her thighs shaking as Declan and I both find the spot deep inside that makes her scream. “I’m-, I’m . . .”

“Come for us, baby.” Declan demands softly, biting her shoulder without breaking skin.

Her orgasm rolls over her like a tidal wave, her entire body shakes and her eyes roll back. She’s lost to a pleasure so intense I have to grab her hips to steady her. And while her body trembles in bliss, her pussy clenches so hard around my fingers, trapping them in place. It’s erotic as fuck!

“Fucking hell, Red! Your pussy is trying to strangle our fingers. I can’t fucking wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.” My praise makes her pussy flutter again.

I can’t fucking wait anymore, lifting her hips and lowering her down until my tip is notched at her entrance. She whimpers as I push inside, and I feel a pinch of guilt as I tear through her hymen. But it’s quickly overshadowed by the ecstasy of her tight, wet heat.

The stretch is almost too much for her as I sheath myself inside her all the way to the root. But Declan is there, stroking her clit and distracting her with whispered words.

“You’re doing so good, little rose, taking him so well. This gorgeous body was made to be worshiped. Just relax and open for your Alpha.” He never stops massaging her sensitive bundle of nerves and by the time I’m fully seated inside her, another orgasm washes over her before I even start to move.

“Fuuuuuccck!” I grunt. She’s squirming on my cock, my fingers digging into her hips, holding her still before I embarrass myself.

“Please, Kaden!” She begs, but I just grit my teeth and breathe through my own need, refusing to give in.

“Please, who? I’ll give you everything you want, little flower. As soon as you ask me properly.” I can’t let her place or think this is more than it is.

“P-, Please, Alpha. I need you to move, to fill me over and over again until I come on your cock.” Fuck! Those filthy words from her innocent little mouth are going to undo me.

Then her beautiful emerald eyes lock with mine, filled with desire, need, and something else I don’t dare name, and I can’t hold back any longer. I start to thrust, long, deep strokes designed to drive her wild. The incoherent sounds streaming from her lips tell me I’m doing a damn good job. .

Declan’s hands join mine on her hips and we work together to fuck her on my thick cock. She’s so full, her pink pussy lips stretched around my shaft. Her wanton moans and the glazed-over look in her eyes prove she’s blissed out of her mind. I’m not much better, babbling nonsense as I nip at her lips.

“How does she feel?” Declan demands, his voice almost pained with restrained need.

“Perfect! Like a warm velvet glove squeezing my cock. Oh fuck!” I grunt as I start to spill inside her. Olivia screams as her own orgasm rips through her, her hot cunt locking me down tight.

We fall over the edge together, hot ropes of cum filling her up until it leaks out between us. Her pussy is still rippling with her orgasm when I feel Declan lift her off of me, impatiently entering her in one long stroke and fucking my come right back into her.

“Fucking heaven!” He breathes as he tunnels into her, a look of complete awe on his face. “It’s everything. You’re fucking everything, Rosebud.”

He rolls on top, wrapping her leg over his hip to open her wide and her hips thrust up to meet his with every stroke. Watching him fuck her is almost as hot as having her pussy swallow my own cock and my thick seed paints my thigh as I spill from the erotic sight of them both coming together.

Maybe it’s the alcohol or the orgasmic high that never seems to end, but I know we haven’t had enough of this girl yet. We spend the rest of the night fucking like animals, our bodies tangled together in every possible way.

The next morning I wake up with a hangover from hell. I groan as I sit up, struggling to remember where I am. I’m stunned to find Olivia sandwiched between Declan and I, looking well fucked and perfectly mussed.

The sight is like a bucket of ice over my head and I start to panic. Because she looks like she fucking belongs there and that just can’t be. There’s no fucking way !’d ever make Olivia my mate.

All I know is I have to fix this custer-fuck now, so I nudge her awake and bark an order the second she opens her eyes.

"Get the fuck out! Now!

Ch. 5 Low Expectations

Olivia

“Wake up, Red. Time to go.” I feel a nudge but I don’t move, my brain struggling to come online.

My mouth is drier than the Sahara and a dozen tiny men with tiny little jackhammers are pummeling my skull. My limbs feel like lead bricks as I try to sit up. Where am I and why is something hard poking my backside?

Blinking my eyes against the harsh sunlight, Kaden’s face comes into focus and I suck in a breath. Scenes from last night flood my brain and warmth fills my belly. They’re here. My mates, the men I love, are actually here and they spent the whole night making love to me.

“Good morning,” I pull the sheet up to my chest and offer Kaden a shy smile. But he doesn’t smile back at me. His face is a stony mask and his eyes are cold. “Wh-, what’s wrong?” I stutter, trembling from the chill his look provokes.

“Nothing at all, little flower.” His voice is hard, the pet name sounding all wrong in that tone. He shoves my dress at me just as Declan stirs behind me. “Last night was fun but play time’s over. Declan and I have somewhere to be and you need to leave.”

“But-” I suck my bottom lip between my teeth to stop it from wobbling. “I don’t understand.”

“What don’t you understand? We fucked, it was fun. You didn’t think it actually meant something, did you? Come on, Red. You’re smarter than that.”

Declan sits up and runs his nose down the back of my neck, his hand caressing my arm. The same move last night made me shiver in pleasure. Now, it leaves me cold.

“Come on, Kade. We can make time for one more round, can’t we?” He presses his hard cock between my butt cheeks, his lips kissing my shoulder.

“No, we can’t.” Kaden grits through his clenched jaw. “Olivia, get the fuck out! Now!”

His Alpha bark has me scrambling from the bed. I hurry to the bathroom and shut the door behind me, fighting back tears as I pour myself back into the skin-tight frock. How could I let this happen? How could I be so stupid as to think they’d want me for real?

“Fuck, Kade! Why are you being such a cock block? You can’t tell me you don’t want another taste of her. She’s a fucking vixen!”

“She’s a mistake! That’s what she is! Did you see that dreamy, doe-eyed look on her face? She actually thought last night meant something. There is no way we’re fueling her pathetic obsession any more than we already have. What the fuck were we thinking, actually fucking the pitiful thing?”

A wave of nausea roils in my gut, forcing me out of the dream. I roll out of bed and drag myself to the bathroom, emptying the contents of my stomach into the toilet then pad to the sink to brush my teeth.

It’s been two months since that night I spent with my mates, only to have them throw me away like a piece of trash. Two months since I heard Kaden admit I was nothing more than the night’s entertainment. Two months since I ran from their room, praying I could forget it ever happened.

But every morning, I wake to the same memory, torturing myself with thoughts of their heated looks and sinful touches before cruelly tossing me aside. I’m such a flipping idiot, thinking they’d finally realized we’re meant for each other. Then I remind myself I should have known better, been smarter, just like Kaden said.

At least the tears have run dry. I cried for weeks over them until finally, I couldn’t cry anymore. But no sooner had the tears stopped coming than the nausea set in., my constant friend for the past two weeks.

“Pup!” My wolf declares and I squeeze my eyes shut tight against the possibility.

“There’s no pup. It’s just stress.” I argue, willing it to be true.

“We have to tell mates. They’ll want us then.” She continues as if I never spoke.

“I’m not telling mates anything!” I growl. Lady huffs at my unveiled distaste for the word but that’s just too bad. “I won’t trap them with a pup. They accept me for me or not at all!”

Despite Lady’s declaration and the obvious symptoms, I’ve managed to live in my little bubble of denial. But with each passing day, I know it’s only a matter of time until that little bubble pops and I have to face reality. So I’ve decided to take the pin in my own hand and pop that sucker myself.

Tomorrow, Kaden and Declan leave for several months of training before they’ll return to take over the pack. Tonight is their farewell party, an event I had no intention of attending. But it’s my last chance to tell them the truth, that they’re my mates, before they go. It’s a fool’s hope they’ll actually believe me but if I am pregnant, at least some day I can tell our pup that I tried.

When the time for the party finally rolls around, I’m one of the first people there, anxious to get this catastrophe of a conversation over with. I stake out the door and thank my lucky stars when Kaden and Declan walk in together. Two birds, one stone.

“I need to speak to you both.” I waste no time marching right up to them with more confidence than I feel.

“Sorry, Red. I know we’re addictive. Once you’ve had a taste, you want more. But we don’t do repeats and we already have a date for the night.” A cruel smirk accompanies Kaden’s flippant comment.

“You're my mates!” The words spill out on a wave of frustration. I hadn’t planned to tell them that way but I can’t take it back now. “Both of you.”

“Wh-, what?” Declan stammers, like he can’t believe I have the gall to suggest such a thing.

“That’s enough, Olivia!” Kaden growls in anger. “You’re embarrassing yourself. Your little obsession has gone too far. Fuck! I knew we never should have slept with you!” He adds under his breath.

“My “little obsession?” I bite back sarcastically. "Trust me, you are the last men I'd choose to obsess over but the pull of the mate bond leaves me no choice! I shifted on my fifteenth birthday, by the way. My wolf scented you the same day. I’ve lived with this nightmare for three years. How dare you act like I’m burdening you with this revelation!

“I don’t know why the Moon Goddess did this to me. I wish I could explain it but I can’t. I wish it never happened but it did. I know you can’t scent me but I thought you deserved to know.”

I’m proud of the certainty in my tone, my voice never wavers. But inside, what’s left of my heart is shattering into tiny shards as I watch Kaden’s face harden, his lips pulled back in a snarl. Declan just stares at me incredulously.

“Stop it, now, Olivia! Lying about a mate bond is desperate behavior!” Kaden sneers at me, revulsion in his eyes. “Only the strongest wolves shift early and even then they can’t scent their mates. It’s pathetic you would suggest such a thing!

“We’ll find our true mates soon enough and when we do, we’ll treat them like the queens they are. A mate is a gift,” He lowers his voice and leans in to speak in my ear, “but I guarantee you, neither of us are mated to a damaged, weak, pathetic thing like you, let alone both of us. Who the fuck do you think you are, thinking I’d ever find you worthy of being my Luna! You disgust me!”

"Kaden’s right, We’re not mates." Declan finally speaks. "Your wolf is weak. You could never run a pack, not even as Beta Female. You have to let it go.”

I dig my fingernails into my palms to hold back the tears. Deep down I expected this outcome. I should have been prepared for the pain but the impulse to cry catches me off guard.

“I wish I could say I'm surprised but my expectations were low. I hope you’re better pack leaders than you are mates.” I bite out.

Somehow, I manage to turn and walk away. They don’t try to stop me, not that I expected them to. I make it all the way home before the tears break free.

“Fuuuuck!” I scream at the top of my lungs. I never curse but find it surprisingly cathartic.

My mind spins with what to do next as I go through the motions of pulling on comfy clothes and looking around for my keys. Then I stumble out the door and straight to my car.

With no destination in mind, I drive into the night, taking nothing more than my wallet and the clothes on my back. I have no idea what to do next. I only know one thing for sure.

My life in Glass Lake is over.