Chapter Nineteen

**Myra**

“*What a morning.*” Myra thought as she entered their bedroom. Even though she knew the room was thoroughly checked, twice, she still listened carefully while her eyes roamed over all the different surfaces in the room. Nothing seemed out of place, and she noted a pack member had changed their bedding and made up the bed.

She entered the bathroom and stood in front of the vanity mirror, staring at herself. Her baggy, sleep-deprived eyes were now puffy, red and slightly swollen from crying with the boys’ families. She can still hear their mothers wailing upon receiving the death of their sons. She held onto both women as they sobbed into her shoulders. The most Myra did was rub their backs and silently comfort them to the best of her abilities.

Their fathers’ grief was different. Adam was an only child, and his father wanted to help find out who murdered his boy. While Toby’s father stood stock-still, staring out of the Common Rooms’ windows, not speaking to anyone.

However, it was especially difficult to comfort Toby’s mate since Myra was recently mated herself. The poor girl collapsed upon learning about the tragic news and had to be taken to the Clinic; the pair had only been together for three weeks. The two haven’t marked each other as yet. In retrospect, that was a blessing because the pain of knowing his death before the alarm was raised would have been unbearable.

Once the initial shock of their loss subsided, Myra had coffee and tea brought in for the women and hard liquor for the men. Sloan started discussing the next steps with them. He’d ensured them that justice would be swift and handed down with brutal force. He also reassured them that the Pack would provide them with full support in their time of need and any finances covered.

They spent most of the morning comforting the family until Sloan was called away. Myra saw a physical shift in his mannerism, and his eyes darkened with frustrated anger. He briefly spoke to Leanne about staying with Myra; then, he excused himself.

“*Sloan in his full Alpha role was a total turn on, but now wasn’t the time.*” She thought, turning her neck to look at the scarred bite mark on her neck and several new hickeys running up and down her neck. She pulled off the t-shirt to find more hickeys across her chest and breasts. “*He really marked me as his.*”

Suddenly, a wave of embarrassment washed over her as she thought about her happiness and flaunting it in front of two grieving families. “*God, I should have listened to Sloan and not see the families…*” She thought, mentally facepalmed herself. “*So inappropriate.*”

She walked over to the clawfoot tub and turned on the faucet to fill it. She mixed some vanilla-scented bubble bath into the warm flowing water then she began stripping off the rest of her clothes. She climbed in, sighing when the warm water caressed her sore muscles. Once fully submerged, she turned off the water and laid her head against the edge of the tub.

She sighed in contentment when a thought struck her. “*Who are these foul creatures causing so much chaos?” She thought sadly, “They are leaving destruction and heartbreak in their wake… note to self, keep track of Toby’s mate.*”

Before Myra could formulate another thought, the warm vanilla-scent water lulled her exhausted body back to sleep.

* * *

A short while later, Myra felt something brush against her legs and across her back. Startled awake, she opened her eyes to Sloan’s gentle grey eyes.

“Hi, sleeping beauty.” He whispered into her hair as he hurdled her dripping wet body against his.

“It’s been an eventually morning,” She yawned as Sloan placed her on the bathmat, and he used a fluffy towel to dry her skin. Afterwards, he took his robe and wrapped her up before picking her up again.

“With everything that has been happening, I realized I haven’t fed you.” He commented, and the heavenly scent of food reminded her of her empty stomach. She looked to the bed and her mouth watered; sitting on the bed was a large tray laden with food – scrambled eggs, bacon, a bowl of mixed fruits, a plate of jam stuffed pastries and a basket full of bread rolls. There was also a jug of orange juice and two empty glasses.

“Yummy.” She cheered as Sloan placed her on the bed, and she immediately grabbed a bacon strip and chewed on it. She watched Sloan pour orange juice into the glasses, then handed one to her.

“Cheers.”

Myra smiled and clinked their glasses before taking a sip. “So, are you going to tell me, or do I have to ask?”

Sloan sighed and lowered the glass without taking a sip. “They are getting bolder…and dare, I say smarter… this is the first time they have used technology to bypass an in-house security system, enter an area full of Shifters and take someone.”

“How come the tech team from last night didn’t notice the disruption in the recordings?” She asked, finishing off the bacon strip.

“They were watching the ceremony; they naturally assumed that the house was secured and took a risk.”

“At least, they were honest.” She shrugged.

“As an Alpha, I am disappointed in their actions since it resulted in the death of two promising young lives,” Sloan explained, staring down at the juice in the glass. “But as their Alpha, I understand that they simply wanted to be part of the ceremony and witness Pack history.”

Sensing his inner turmoil, Myra crawled over to him and gently grasped his face. She slowly encouraged him to look at her; the stress of his day weighed heavily on his shoulders. Myra rose onto her knees and straddled him, cradling his head into her bosom. She raked her nails through his hair, dislodging the hair tie, then massaging his scalp. Sloan purred, burrowing his face into her chest. She giggled when he deeply inhaled as if recommitting her scent to his memory. He shifted his body weight and snaked his free hand around her body to embrace her. His hands then settled on her butt, and he cupped her.

“God, I needed this.” He rolled his neck before settling on her chest.

“What happens now?”

“Well, Declan’s pretty pissed off. He plans to calm down first before handing out their punishment.” He mumbled into her breasts.

Myra still and grasped his hair, forcing him off her chests and angled his face towards hers. “Punishment?”

“It’s usually some insane form of boot-camp training that will leave them physically exhausted but mentally disciplined.” He explained, burying his face back in her chest.

Myra shook her head and attempted to reach for another bacon strip, but Sloan tightened his hold on her. “Well, are you just a big cuddle bug.”

“It’s helping with my stress levels.” He murmured, “Plus, I have grown quite fond of these.” He said, rubbing his face into the valley of her breasts; however, Myra’s stomach growled fiercely. Sloan laughed, reaching blindly for the lone fork on the tray.

“Where’s the other fork? There’s only one.”

“I know.” He smirked, looking at the food. He loaded up the utensil with eggs and brought it up to her mouth.

“A girl can get used to this.” Myra smart-mouthed before opening up for the scrambled goodness. She continued, playing with his hair and studying his face while Sloan fed them alternately. Even in companionable silence, she can still see him reflecting on the day’s tragedies, but there was something else hiding behind his stormy grey eyes.

“A penny for your thoughts?” She whispered seductively.

He smiled before answering her, “this mated relationship is truly different from other relationships.”

“Wasn’t it you who said ‘not to talk about ex-significant others in the bedroom’?”

“I did… but I needed to compare them. Mom told me, years ago, that mates can sense shifts in your emotions.”

“Fine, this is the only exception… tell me, wolf-ie,” She tried to come up with a nickname and failed miserably.

“Wolfie?” He barked out laughing; the trembles from his laughing body caused the bed to vibrate and the dishes and glasses on the serving tray to rattle. Myra beamed at his brief, carefree laughter and she giggled nervously, mentally kicking herself.

“*Say something… anything.*” She thought. “Well, Megan’s my wifey. Myrielle’s my sissy, but you are my mate who hap-happens to be a wolf, hence… umm, wolfie.”

“You are truly an Angel… I really needed that laugh.” He stated, drying his eyes and quickly placed a peck on her nose.

“I just made up that explanation… the name was another brain to mouth malfunction.” She confessed.

“I like it when your filter malfunctions… it’s refreshing.” He complimented while burying his face in her neck, breathing deeply. The soft bristles of his beard tickled against her sensitive neck, especially where his mark laid. Myra squirmed and chuckled on his lap, but Sloan tightened his grip on her hips and purposely tickled her sides.

“Such a beautiful sound.”

“You evil man… I should call you cuddles.” She teased, but his eyes wandered down to her chest and flashed white. Myra looked down and saw that the robe had gaped opened, baring her breasts to him. She bit her lower lip and wiggled on his growing erection. “*I do love playing with fire.*”

“Then prepare to get burn.” He growled, rolling them onto the bed, and he claimed her lips while untying her robes.

***

**Sloan**

Some hours later, after Sloan had paid sweet and passionate homage to Myra’s body, sleep had eluded him. He laid spooning her back as she’d curled herself around her pillow, fast asleep. His hand laid lazily over her waist, and it rose and fell with her even breathing. Careful not to wake her, his hand moved off her waist and brushed against her curly hair; he unconsciously played with its silky softness.

“*Your first day as Omega, and this is the shit storm we have to endure.*” Sloan reflected upon his morning, knowing that his day is far from over. “*We need to find these bastards and soon. This last attack was irrational, and they are getting more and more brazen.*”

He pecked her bare shoulder then groaned as if he was in pain. Myra had wiggled her butt into his front, arousing his member. “*God, the woman needs to rest, you insatiable pest!*” He thought to his semi-hard cock as he inched his way off the bed and away from temptation. His wolf whimpered sadly, “*Don’t you get me started!*” He scolded, sitting on the edge of the bed. He rubbed his palm over his face and sighed heavily before grabbing his discarded sweatpants and yanked them on.

“*I’ll shower with Myra later.*” He thought, redressing in his white t-shirt. “*Declan? Tristan?*” He linked with the two men.

“*Yeah.*” They both answered almost immediately.

“*Meet me in the Den,*” He ordered while looking down at the remains of their breakfast feast. He then linked with Leanne. “*Leanne, can you take up your new post outside my bedroom?*”

“*Yes, Alpha.*” She replied.

“The maids are going to kill us before the rogues if we keep this up.” He thought out loud, picking up scraps of scattered food items off the ground and placed them on the tray. However, the hardwood floor was still wet and sticky from the spilt juice. Once pleased that he cleaned up most of the scraps, he made a mental note to compensate the maids handsomely for their troubles.

Sloan heard the bed moved and Myra murmuring. He froze and glanced across at her. She had rolled over to cuddle his pillow and settled back into a deep sleep. He gathered most of the dishes, discarded the food, and tiptoed out of the room.

“Alpha.” Leanne greeted from her post by the door.

“Leanne.” He stated, and a maid appeared next to him. “Thank you, and I apologize from now; we made quite the mess in there,” Sloan chuckled nervously as the young shifter took the tray from him.

“We will tend to it after the Omega has left the room.” The girl said, walking off.

“Let Myra know that I will be in the Den with the Betas.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Leanne smirked, giving Sloan a knowing smile. He took one step towards the main stairwell but quickly came back to her.

“Question… do you think I’m being overprotective?” He asked, startling her. “You can answer honestly.”

Leanne shook her head, clearing her initial shock and looked Sloan square in the eyes. “No, Sloan, I don’t think you are. Someone violated this house, and you’re being cautious.”

“Strangely, I needed that reassurance...” Sloan stated, scratching his beard, “So, thank you.”

“Any time, Alpha. I will let Myra know where you are when she awakes.” Leanne nodded. Sloan smiled, walking away with a different spring in his step.