Chapter 175
Ciel
Nolan is stressed from work.
He's been working overtime since the internet went down two days ago. I swear his hair is turning gray. He comes home late, eats dinner in silence, and falls asleep on the couch before he can make it to bed. I've started leaving blankets for him.
On the contrary, Jack is in an oddly good mood.
He hums in the shower. He plays with Lanny for hours. He kisses me like he's won something and doesn't want to brag about it.
And me? Probably because my heat is coming soon. I'm so, so horny. And anxious.
The horny part is new. Or not new, exactly, but different. Before, heat meant fear. It meant loss of control. It meant my body betraying me, responding to alphas I didn't choose, didn't want, didn't love.
Now?
Now I catch myself staring at Jack's hands. At Nolan's shoulders. At the way they move, the way they breathe, the way they exist in my space.
I want them.
Both of them.
At the same time.
