Fated to the Alpha's Sons: An Omegas Rise to Fame
Chapter 24: Wrapped Up.

Chapter 24: Wrapped Up.

Bethany woke up to weights on her torso and legs, her head on a very hard surface and streaks of blinding sunlight on her face.

She tried to open her eyes but failed miserably, so she tried again, with more force and that worked, but she immediately wished she didn’t, because the sunlight was directly in her eyes.

Blinking she lifted her head trying to scan the room she lay in, but couldn’t do much because the restraints on her body were way too heavy.

Huffing, she tried to move but her boobs hurt a little, causing her to scrunch her eyebrows in confusion.

Had she trained too hard yesterday?

Eventually, her nostrils registered the heavenly scents scattered around her and eyebrows shot up in realization.

She looked up to see she was on Tristan’s chest and both his and Troy’s arms were the restraints on her torso.

So she made an educated guess, the restraint on her leg had to be Theo.

Sighing, she leaned back into his embrace, thinking of a way to wiggle out her bondage that smelt way too good.

’Let’s go make breakfast for them.’Maria chipped groggily in her head.

’Mm, not a bad idea.’ Beth reasoned. ’But how do I wiggle out of this. Their grip is so tight.’

’Oh, you can actually leave. You wore them out yesterday.’ Maria teased.

’I didn’t do anything. They did everything.’ Beth defended, already plotting her escape.

’Sure. But making you come that hard ain’t easy, baby.’

’Fuck off. It’s easy.’ Beth said, slowly slipping Tristan’s hand over her head.

’Whatever you say.’ Maria said, disappearing.

After a few minutes of grunts, slipping and tiny whispers of apologies, she was finally out of the massive bed that now looked small, taking a look of her handiwork.

Tristan was now cuddling Troy, thinking it was her, and Theo had his head on Tristan’s thigh.

Nodding in satisfaction, she went to the bathroom to clean up, vivid memories of last night, invading her mind like pop up ads on porn hub website.

She took off the thin robe they had put her in the night before, slowly; surveying, observing and feeling the now purple healing evidences of their ’actions’.

They had really done a number on her. Not that she minded.

Healing purple marks decorated her neck like colourful tattoos. Her breasts were covered with the marks as well, her tummy, her torso; they’d practically eaten her whole yesterday.

A wide smile lay on her lips as she surveyed her skin, her heart bubbling in content.

When she gave into them last night, she had half expected some sort of tiny bit of regret in the morning. But standing before the mirror, bare and naked.

She didn’t feel the tiniest form of regret. All she felt was satisfaction. Content.

She felt really happy.

She felt like their canvas, a very willing one.

She had really opened up to them and it had happened way faster than she could have thought.

But she wasn’t about to fight it. Whatever they had beyond the bond.

She was going to protect, nuture and watch it bloom.

They were hers and she was theirs.

Chuckling alittle, she picked a normal toothbrush this time, not willing to injure her gum like she did the last time in a hurry.

She did her business quickly, then had a quick shower, humming softly.

She stealthily stepped out of the bathroom, heading to her closet and closed it with a soft click.

She quickly put some clothes on, knowing she’d spent a lot of time in the bathroom, doing more of staring than showering.

Settling for a very big pink hoodie that stopped just above her knees and a tiny short- just incase- she applied a body cream, deodorant and a tiny spritz of perfume.

She brushed her hair quietly, wondering why it wasn’t tangled despite all of her ’exercise’.

Not thinking about it too much, she put it in a messy bun, now standing before a drawer filled with an unreasonably large number of scrunchies in different colors, not knowing which one to pick.

"I think I’d have to donate, a lot of these. I don’t wear lilac." She muttered.

Picking a stone white colored one, she used it to hold the bun in place, only leaving some rogue pieces that were too short to fit.

Stopping for a bit by the mirror, she nodded in satisfaction, before putting her ear to the door to know if they had woken up.

Still hearing their soft snores, she slipped out of the closet quietly, picking her phone from the nightstand and tiptoeing to the door and put of the room, sighing in relief when she’d made it out without waking them up.

"Congratulations, Beth. You made it out alive." She whispered to herself smiling. "Now let’s find that kitchen, we have breakfast to make."

She retraced her steps to the sitting room the elevator had opened to, then found the large kitchen that was adjoining the sitting room.

It looked even better in the day. Not being able to hold it in anymore, she pulled her phone and made a video of the place, showing everything in the kitchen before sending it to her mother whom she knew was worried but didn’t want to bug her.

Sighing in satisfaction, she placed the phone , face down on the massive counter, feeling extra giddy that she could cook such a massive kitchen, all by herself without restrictions.

"Let’s get to work." She muttered.

She went to the in-built refrigerator to check out what the had and was left dumbstruck.

Of course you’d think by now she should be used to their extravagance but she couldn’t help but stare speechlessly at the refrigerator whose contents didn’t seem to have an ending.

The refrigerator looked small from the outside, like the one they had at the pack house that was always stocked full, but on the inside it was an unending hall of goodies upon goodies.

Swallowing, she made a mental note to check it out later. She had to get the breakfast going.

Scanning the outer part of the refrigerator, she couldn’t pick one thing to prepare so she decided to make a platter.

First off, she picked out a large pack of thick cut bacon slices, placed it on the counter, seven eggs in a carrier, placed it on a counter, a pack of chocolate chip pancake mix and some fruits; strawberries, blueberries and bananas.

Setting them all up on the counter, she found a small apron her size and put it on.

Her eyes glanced at her phone for a moment and she thought of putting on some music. Hoping they had a sound system, she put on her wifi, and it connected.

Glad that her plan had worked, she put on her house work playlist, making sure it wasn’t too loud.

She couldn’t afford to ruin her element of surprise now, could she?