Carnage Island (Reject Island)(98)

I prowl around it, proud of my creation.

My males seem to like it, too. They’re purring. Mmm, I love that sound. I want to roll around on them while they rumble.

“That’s a beautiful nest, gorgeous,” the helpful one says.

I preen with pleasure and reach for him, wanting to show him how to properly enter our new home.

He doesn’t rush me. He lets me lead. And I very much appreciate that.

Then he does exactly what I show him, careful not to dislodge any of my perfectly placed fluff.

“I’m suddenly reminded of when her wolf took herself on a tour of the house,” the gruffer one says. My scary giant. He likes knives. But he only bleeds me for pleasure. So I like him. “Except she’s in human form this time.”

I prowl out of my safe haven, coming for him next and catch him by the hand.

He’s not as careful as the other one, his bulky form almost knocking one of my blankets loose. But he listens to me when I growl, waiting for me to move it out of his way so he can finish climbing into our new bed.

I point to the place I want him.

He goes there willingly, laying down naked on his back.

The other one is still sitting, making me consider where I want him.

Hmm, I hum, leaving him there for a moment as I go to find the leader.

He’s waiting patiently for me outside, naked, just like my other two males.

I’m pleased.

I like them naked.

I wrap my hand around his, tugging him forward. Then he crawls inside with ease, not altering my design at all.

My lips curl. Very good.

He settles next to the helpful one.

I’m not sure if that’s where I want them, but decide to try it.

Slipping inside, I settle next to the scary one, then shake my head. I can’t touch all three right here and I need to feel them all.

I start shuffling them around, playing a game of moving mates until I finally find the ideal position.

Scary one at my back.

Helpful one at my front.

Leader between my legs.

Yes, I think. Perfect.

And fall back to sleep.





38





TIERAN





Clove is very particular about her nest.

That started around day two of her heat.

We’re now on day nine and all of us are exhausted.

“I’m not fucking you until you eat that sandwich,” Volt says sternly, making my lips curl. “Now, Clove.”

She growls at him.

He growls back.

We’re not in the nest right now, but on the floor beside it.

Because we learned on day three that food in the nest creates a furious little Omega.

And we’ve not made that mistake since.

But she’s still not a fan of eating. She just wants our seed.

However, we’ve found withholding sex will eventually make her cooperate. Which Volt is doing now while I check in on island operations.

The power and telephone functions were finally fully restored three days ago.

Alpha Lance, Alpha Edwin, and Alpha Ion all worked as a team to help clean up the mess Alpha Kin made. Alpha Ebony and Alpha Pan also returned after the burial to assist.

And Alpha Dirk oversaw the restoration of telecommunications on his own.

I’ve reviewed it all from the den, giving assistance where I can without leaving Clove’s side.

She’s showing signs today that her estrus is coming to an end. It’s been subtle, but there have been a few moments of clarity where I’ve overheard her mentally ask herself what she’s doing.

Of course, then she’s on all fours again in the next minute, begging to be fucked.

It’s an adorable cycle, one I very much look forward to repeating in the future.

Except it’s going to be at least a year until that happens.

Because our little Clove is pregnant.

A fact that makes my heart skip a beat.

We don’t know who the father is yet as it happened the first night—it’s what caused her to go into a nest creation fit.

All three of us stood in wonderment, watching the Omega work, knowing what it meant. Her scent confirmed it, too.

We’re thrilled.

And also in hyper protective mode.

I’ve already started making arrangements for our future den with the Black Mountain Pack. It’s a property my father secured for our clan several years ago.

But I need it properly prepared for our Omega and future child.

So I’ve been sending off messages the last few days, listing requirements.

Which is probably why my phone is ringing now with my father’s name on the screen.

Or maybe it’s just because he wants an update on our situation.

I quietly excuse myself from the growling contest going on between Clove and Volt, and answer the call in the hallway.

“Hey,” I say, my voice low. “I know I’ve sent a lot of requests. Sorry.”

“Requests?” my father repeats.

“Yeah, for the house.”

“Oh, right. Well, that’s expected with your return to the pack. Which is actually why I’m calling. The Elders just reached out. You’ve been released on all charges.”

“Really?” I feign surprise. “That’s shocking.”