Fated to the Alpha's Sons: An Omegas Rise to Fame
Chapter 101: Aftermath.

Chapter 101: Aftermath.

Spasms followed right after, causing her to shake violently against the slippery table for a while, goosebumps coating her skin as she came down from her high.

Luckily, the boys held her back from slipping to the floor, satisfied looks sitting steady on their faces. Well, all except for Tristan.

Of course making and seeing her cum so hard satisfied him greatly but he wanted to do more.

Patience had always been his strongest suit, Control was Troy’s and the ability to profile people and situations was Theo’s.

All these characteristics aided them in their daily lives, in many ways than one, but since he set his eyes on her today, looking so edible and incredible in her short black flowery spaghetti strap dress, his strongest suit shattered before his eyes, from brick to dust.

All him and his wolf wanted to do was fling her over his shoulder, stuff her in their car, drive her to his mansion and make her cum on every surface in present in his mansion.

He wanted to lay beside her in bed, far away from the world, from all kinds of noise, from all kinds of responsibilities. He just wanted to rest in her bosom, all day long.

But sadly, he was just going to have to wait because it was still Theo’s day. He was even kind enough to let them touch her. Tristan most certainly didn’t want to push his limits by asking that she followed him home instead.

Although he knew his brother wasn’t going to agree to his absurd demand, he was sure it was going to piss him off so bad.

She was his mate, as much as theirs. They missed and wanted her the same way, none greater than the other -except Troy of course since his day was cut short, even though it wasn’t completely his fault- asking him to let her follow him was just going to be him pushing it, and that wasn’t something he wanted to do, especially not in such a delicate situation.

He let out a soft sigh as he took in her appearance, his eyes still dark, but soft and glistening. He was still very much horny, but his anticipation was just going to have to linger for a few more hours until she was in his arms, at his mercy. Again.

Bethany had now come down from her very high place, her breathing not completely regular yet but getting there gradually. Her boys just peered at her, happy but worried.

What if they had gone too far? What if they had wounded her? They had shown her a very tiny glimpse of how they can be, and despite the fact that she seemed really comfortable with everything, was she going to see them the same way? Would they scare her?

What if they had wounded her?

Different kind of thoughts walked in and out their minds like a fashion runway open to anything and anyone, some settling and creating a place for themselves, burrowing into their minds, while some left as quickly as they came, like they had fire lit on their own their butt cheeks.

But all thoughts dissipated as her eyelids fluttered open, squinting under the bright light.

They had laid her properly on the table while she was still spasming so that her entire body, including her head lay comfortably on the metal surface.

When her eyes had finally adjusted to the lighting, she was able to look at all of them, although her eyes were still half mast.

A small smile that didn’t reach her eyes broke through her lips as she took steady breaths, grounding her consciousness.

She could feel the nerves within her bud vibrate continuously even though Tristan had stopped using the vibrator on her a while ago.

Letting out a small chuckle, she sighed as her breathing got back to normal, making an attempt to seat up but her body wasn’t responding.

With furrowed eyebrows, she tried again but they held her back down. Tristan shook his head as if telling her not to bother.

"You can’t sit up by yourself." Theo cooed softly, his former sinister grin replaced with a much softer endearing one. "At least not for another few minutes." He stated, removing rogue strands of her hair that were stuck to her face and neck, his actions light, leaving feathery sensations in its wake.

"We can help and support you, if you wouldn’t mind that." Troy added after a few seconds, his fingers in her palm where she had been squeezing on his phalanges while she shook out her orgasm.

She opened her mouth to speak couldn’t due to how dry her throat was, so she just nodded in response.

Swiftly, Tristan went to the edge where her head was. He slipped his massive fingers under her arm, securing his both palms behind her back, then began to raise her upper body until she was in a sitting position.

His brothers held her exhausted body, allowing Tristan to sit on the table very close to her, but facing the side so she could lean comfortably on his shoulder.

When they were done, Troy and Theo assumed their seats, silence washing over them like a river as they allowed her rest.

Bethany sat put against Tristan’s shoulder, some of his warmth seeped into her skin, easing off the goosebumps that had coated her skin.

When she felt a bit well rested and her bud was no longer pulsing so obviously, she wet her throat with saliva. Now her eyes were clear, her mind ran through the thousand and one things she had ignored earlier, like..

"What did you guys do with Samuel?" She asked, her eyes turning to Troy and Theo since they were the only ones she could see. But she was sure they knew the question was directed at all three of them. Her voice was cracked and hoarse, but she didn’t seem to mind at all.

The boys stayed quiet for a few seconds, deliberating through their link the most suitable reply to her sudden question.

"I don’t appreciate being left on the sidelines." She pointed giving them a side eye.

Theo laughed nervously -even though he tried to hide his nervousness- clearing his throat. "He’s been taken care of, Princess." He clipped cryptically, all three of them hoping she wasn’t going to ask how, because they didn’t exactly know.

The cleaning crew could have cut his body into various pieces and buried in the ocean for all they cared. All the knew was that he was dead cold, or he had been when they last saw him.

"Taken care of? You guys pardoned him?" She asked, and incredulous look om her face.

"No, Princess. Such crimes are not pardonable." Tristan explained, taking some of the heat of Theo.

"Then how is he ’taken care of?’." She asked, racking her mind. When she didn’t get any replies from them, her suspicions were confirmed and honestly, it didn’t bother her.

The fact that they didn’t seem like they wanted her to know was what bothered her.

"He’s dead, isn’t he?" She asked, even though she had already figured out his reply.

The boys just looked down and away from her, avoiding her piercing gaze.

"That’s not a big deal. He had it coming. Of all people to use as pawns in his foolish game, he decided that we were the perfect ones, so he had it coming. Whatever you guys did. I’m more worried as to why you guys couldn’t tell me what happened. That he was dead and probably buried somewhere in the backyard." She stated looking at her mates with a very serious look.

"Because we were worried that you might freak out." Tristan clipped from behind her.

"Freak out?" She asked incredulously. "Why would you think that? We are wolves, we kill, and that’s normal!" She stated , very confused and disappointed.

When were they going to understand that she wasn’t a regular Omega. Yes she was soft, made for breeding and belonged to the lowest rank in the pack, but those are just titles and limitations she swore she was not going to let define her.

When were they going to understand that?

"Princess-" Troy to explain but she cut him off, ignoring the red flash in his eyes .

"And to think it was actually someone who deserved so much pain, and not some child who stole candies. Is that how weak you guys perceive me? Like some fragile glass that can break at any second?" She asked, the incredulous look on her face unmoving as sadness and disappointment dripped from her words, the flash of hurt in her eyes, unmistakable.

Tristan couldn’t help but sigh as he massaged his temple, wondering how recovering from a mind blowing orgasm had become a very gruesome question and answer session.

"Princess," Theo called softly, rubbing his palm against the length ok her arm, careful of the now healing hickeys.

"We’re sorry."