Unlikely Alphas: A fated mates omegaverse Reverse Harem epic fantasy romance by Mona Black

Author:Mona Black
Language: eng
Format: epub

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The evening passes in lapses of time, scenes as if described in a book. It’s as if it’s someone else’s life I’m observing, not mine. I feel detached, floating somewhere in a corner of the ceiling, looking down at this group of people in the small, poorly lit room. Three men, one of them looking like me lying on his back on the bed, a pretty girl over him, and his face rapt as he comes, losing all control, all sense of propriety, breaking all vows.

The relief is indescribable.

The shame hasn’t left me entirely—I’m not the kind of man to change his views in the blink of an eye—but the doubts have retreated to another corner, far from me.

My omega, I think. She’s mine. They are all mine, these people in the room.

My mind is starting to harmonize with my body. All that rigid discipline is mostly physical, tactile memory, and now I’m replacing it with pleasure, with real human touch, and I could fucking cry at how good it feels.

Snap, snap.

I’m lying on the bed, staring blindly up at the ceiling, tears in my eyes I fucking refuse to let fall.

Her scent is all over me, everywhere, warm and sweet, and now I’ve found my release… comforting.

But then the scene snaps to the guys pulling me off the bed and back to the bath. The water is tepid but as Taj pushes me to sit down in it, Kiaran is lowering Ariadne across from me, her scent giving her away, and I’m confused as to what they might want.

I can’t see her anymore, and it saddens me, but then hands brush over my arms and a wet washcloth is run over me. Another comfort I’m not used to, as Taj cleans me up from sweat and filth, from my cum and her slick.

My head falls back against the rim of the tub.

Is this really me? Floating on a cloud of calm and pleasure, muscles held tight too long relaxing, my limbs growing heavy as lead. Soft splashing tells me that Kiaran must be cleaning her the same way, and her leg brushes against mine, sending a jolt of renewed awareness through me.

My cock valiantly tries to rally and harden, but my body isn’t up to this.

I almost laugh at the pun.

At the madness.

At the rightness of it.

Maybe I doze off. Maybe I pass the fuck out, I don’t know. The only time I recall ever passing out was when I fell during ritual practice when I was younger and cracked my head on the floor.

But then reality returns and I’m out of the water and wrapped in a bath sheet, a bowl of stew in my lap, a cup of ale beside me. The stew is good. Everything is good right now—the warmth, the food, the company. After spending all my life priding myself on thriving in a hostile, cold world, a dark world at that, I’m finding it hard to let go of the self-control that kept me

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