Fated to the Alpha's Sons: An Omegas Rise to Fame
Chapter 37: Bedroom Visitors.

Chapter 37: Bedroom Visitors.

Her entire house was silent, except the continuous scrubbing sounds she made as she washed the kitchen table top, a task she’d been at for over twenty minutes, at the same spot.

She looked pretty normal for anyone who was looking at her from behind, but on the other side, she was an overthinking mess.

Her mind was racing continuously, providing and cancelling various reasons as to why neither Tristan nor any other person had gotten back to her with a reply.

Did she push too much?

Was it preposterous?

Did they think she was a gold digger who wanted to be in that fancy house?

She wished so bad she could get into their heads, but well, that can only happen if they...

"Shit." She cursed in her head, dropping her rag and griping the table top. She hadn’t thought about consummating the bond the entire time.

It wasn’t a bad idea, but... Was she ready? Was she ready to give them everything and all? Plus she’d begin to smell like them so she’d have to hide her scent every single time she’s around people.

She didn’t have a problem with that but it was only the soilders and people of importance that were allowed to do that. She’s none of them, at least not now so, it might raise alarm.

’No one gives a fuck about you, Bethany. Why would anyone give a fuck that you smell like something?’ Maria pointed out in a bored tone. ’Besides have you heard of any cases of such?’ She asked.

’I haven’t.’ Beth replied, her shoulders slouching.

’Exactly. So I personally think you should go ahead. I need them, Beth.’

’I know. But M, you know this is a risk, right?’ Beth pointed out.

’Its been risky since the day you stepped into that hall checking for a mate, we can’t stop now.’ Maria reasoned.

"Yeah, we can’t." Beth said out loud. Sighing, Beth squeezed out her rag, before rinsing it again.

Something about agreeing in her mind to consummate their bond made her body buzz with anticipation and excitement. She wasn’t exactly sure how it was supposed to work, she could barely remember how the other night went, now the hickeys had cleared.

But what she couldn’t forget, was how it felt, how her body responded, how much they gave, how they’d cuddled on her the next morning.

Swallowing, she took a deep breath, trying to ignore the heat pooling in between her legs, and just then she heard her phone beep with a notification and almost immediately, she heard a car park just in front of her house.

It didn’t sound like her father’s truck. It sounded different.

Polished.

"No, no." She muttered, dashing to her phone that lay on their dining table, quickly unlocking it and going to her messaging app.

"We’re at your house." The message said. "May we come in?" Another one popped in making her shiver, the heat that pooled between her legs couldn’t have been any hotter, she could literally smell it...

"Fuck." She cursed again, dashing towards the stairwell and in her peripheral view, she caught the car steaming on their front yard.

Groaning, she ran to the door, as she opened it. Troy who was in the passenger seat, turned immediately. She mouthed a ’come in’ and ran back inside, straight to her bathroom, leaving the front door open.

There was no way in hell she was going to let them smell her arousal again.

After a few seconds, she was out of the bathroom, her hair in a very messy bun, in nothing but her towel, and the sight she stepped in to see almost grounded her to her knees.

Troy, Theodore and Tristan, dressed in white dress shirts with their first three buttons undone, all stood at different corners of her room, their eyes on her as soon as she’d stepped out of the bathroom.

Bethany’s head was practically buzzing with thoughts of both pleasure and plans, but she stood still before them, wrapped in her tiny grey towel, a huge part of her thighs, chest and arms exposed, droplets of water rolling down her skin.

The boys stood speechless for a while, before Tristan cleared his throat turning away from her to face her massive window, Troy and Theo finally left wonderland, but they didn’t turn away.

They had more tolerance than Tristan did.

"You guys know I left the front door open so you guys could come in and ’sit down ’in the sitting room while I showered, right?" She asked, heading to her wardrobe, walking carefully so she didn’t flash any of them.

"Well, princess. That wasn’t the only open door. This one was open so we thought you wanted us in here as well." Troy said easily, but his voice was a bit hoarse.

Something about her ass being wrapped in that towel, undid something in them.

"Oh really?" Bethany said, glancing at him for a bit, the mischievous look in his eyes told her everything she needed to know.

"Yes, princess. But if you want us out we can leave." Theo offered, while getting comfortable on her bed.

After selecting her underwear and clothes, she placed them in one corner and quickly applied a deodorant and body cream.

Picking her brush and clothing, she took a deep breath, before turning to the boys. Seeing that Theo had already made himself comfortable on her bed, she couldn’t help but chuckle.

"You say you want to leave, but you are on my bed. Big head." She said, shaking hers.

"You know you love it. And I don’t want to leave, I could stay here all day, princess." Theo said smoothly, causing her breath to hitch in her throat. His voice, their eyes, their presence.

She had to get out of there.

"Uhh.. I’m going to head to the bathroom to dress up. You guys make yourself comfortable." She said, her gaze landing on Tristan whose back was to her before walking into the en suite bathroom.

Little to her knowledge, he had felt it.

As she closed the door behind her, they all released soft sighs of relief.

"I swear if she hadn’t left, I would have pounced on her." Theo muttered, massaging his skull.

"Next time, when I tell your scrawny ass that something is a bad idea, you’d listen to me." Tristan muttered, not turning to them.

"Awwnn, were you pushed to brink of madness?" Troy teased, laughing along side Theo.

"That wasn’t funny." Tristan muttered, his cheeks tinting a bit.

Crazy assholes.