Back and Better book

Chapter 26

Chapter Twenty Six “Rogues pt. 2”

Amira POV Erebus’s eyes shine with tears, and I smile slightly.

I know I’ve been leaving him out, and I know it must be difficult. But he has done nothing but prove he

loves me and will be here for me.

“Are… are you serious?” he asks in a wobbly voice. I nod, feeling slightly vulnerable as well. I’m setting

out my trust before him.

“Everyone deserves a second chance. But I’m warning you not to f**k it up, because if you do, two

Alpha’s are going to tear you to shreds.”

Erebus responds by lifting me up by my waist and spinning me around, making me squeal slightly. He

then takes me by the hand and leads me out of the nursery, closing the door behind him.

“You won’t regret this, Amira. I swear on the goddess.” That statement makes me freeze. Swearing on

the goddess is a very serious oath. “You’re welcome,” I whisper, smiling. He captures my lips in a

gentle kiss. A kiss that portrays both love and possessiveness.

I pull away and turn around to the sound of crumpling paper, only to witness Christian, standing at the

end of the hall, crumpling a 50$ bill and throwing it at Damon, who’s wearing a very smug smile.

My mouth drops. “What the f**k is this?” I question, working hard to keep my amusement at Christians

pissed off face at bay.

“I bet Christian that it would take less than 24hours from your first scene for you to make up with

Erebus. Christian gave it at least a month.”

I scowl. “You placed bets on me?” Both of them nod. “Assholes!” I snap, looking at Erebus, who’s trying

to suppress a smile. “No! You can’t be on their side!” I exclaim, playfully glaring at him. “I’m not taking

sides,” he claims, but his smile grows. A smile of its own creeps into my head as an idea forms. “Okay.

Fine. Now, none of you get to touch my p***y until I say so.”

This idea doesn’t end up going over with my mates, because fifteen minutes later I’m tied to a chair in

the living room, naked, with a vibrator pressed against my clit. The vibrator hasn’t been turned on yet,

but even the way it’s pressed against me is stimulating.

My struggles did just about nothing to hinder my mates. They can read me too well. They know when

enough is enough, and they are happy to take me right to my limit.

Christian is sitting on a sofa opposite to me, next to Erebus, both of them drinking bourbon.

Damon is kneeling in front of me, ever so subtly shifting the position of the vibrator, watching my

reactions carefully.

All three men are shirtless, driving me verifiably insane. “So, baby, you told us we can’t touch your

p***y until you say so. Is that right?” “Yes! And what you’re doing directly goes agai—” Damon cuts off

my protest with a hand over my mouth. “We’re not touching your p***y. The vibrator is. And you know

the only way out of this?” I remain glaring at him defiantly. “Tell us we can touch you,” Christian says,

standing up and joining Damon in front of me. Damon removes his hand, and when I don’t respond,

moves to turn on the vibrator. “Okay! You can touch me!” I squeak out, not wanting to subject my

already tormented clit to any more.

I gasp when a blindfold is slipped over my eyes from behind. I’d been so focused on Erebus that I

hadn’t even noticed Christian disappear.

“I’m going to undo the restraints, and you are going to be still.” I hear him whisper subtly in my ear.

“Yes, Sir.”

As soon as I’m untied, however, I hear a word that makes my heart stop being yelled through the

house. The few guards who work the nightshift all run into the room, yelling one word.

“ROGUES!”

My mates choose this moment to be protective over my body, and immediately block me from view. I,

however, only have one thing on my mind.

Meda.

My clothes are in shreds on the ground, so I dive for Damon’s button up shirt that’s resting pretty close

to me. I yank it on, shove everyone out of the way, and run. I run to the nursery

Throwing open the door, I’m greeted with a sight that makes my heart drop. No Meda.

So I scream. I let out a scream that shakes the foundation of this house. A scream to let whoever took

Meda know that they just started a fight they won’t finish.

And then I run again. This time to the entrance. I can smell rogues all on the perimeter of the house,

but I follow Meda’s scent.

A guard attempts to stop me in my path, so I throw him against the wall hard enough to make him pass

out. Nothing keeps me from what I care about. And Meda, along with my mates, is my everything. I

burst through the front door of the house, shoving aside Damon, who attempts to step in my way.

I look around at my predicament, and see that there’s an invisible line separating the rogues and the

pack members -guards/ other house staff. Where are our f*****g warriors when we need them?

At the forefront of the dozens of rogues stands a devastatingly attractive man. A man, holding my baby

sister in his well built arms. “Hello, Amira.”