Chapter 39

Isabella

"Well, not nothing happened," I admitted, my face burning as if on fire, my voice barely audible. "But we didn't... you know, go all the way."

"You're telling me Silver Moon City's three most powerful Alpha werewolves had you all to themselves and didn't devour you completely?" Julian shook his head, his jaw nearly dropping with shock. "That must take some serious self-control, or strategy."

"They're... different than I expected," I mused, images of Michael's gentleness, Richard's gaze, and Kevin's silent presence floating through my mind. "Strong, experienced, but also... I felt safe with them, protected." My voice softened, even I could hear the dependency in it.

"And so?" Julian leaned closer to the screen, his eyes bright with curiosity.

"And what?" I blinked, my face growing hotter.

"Are you going to mate with them?" he raised his eyebrows, his tone full of anticipation.

I nodded slowly, my heart accelerating as if acknowledging something momentous. "I think so. They're sending me a contract to review before we meet at Erotic Paradise on Saturday."

"A contract? How romantic," Julian teased, grinning wider. "Three Alphas at once though, you wild thing."

"It's a temporary mate bond," I explained, my face crimson, my voice barely audible. "Until they find their true Luna, or I find a permanent mate."

Julian stared at me through the screen, his expression turning serious. "You've changed. A week ago, you would have run away terrified. Now you're considering mating with three Alphas like it's the most natural thing."

I paused, not having thought of it that way, but he was right. Since my 18th birthday, discovering I might be a Golden Omega, I had changed. I'd started stepping outside my comfort zone, embracing new experiences instead of running from them as I used to. I bit my lip, lowering my head shyly, memories of Michael's fingers sliding along my inner thigh last night making me wet again. Fuck, I'm such a slut.

"Speaking of changes," I looked up, noticing his disheveled hair and suspicious red marks on his neck, changing the subject, "how are things with Taylor?"

Julian grinned, his eyes bright as stars. "Amazing. He's... he's a good mate."

Just then, a voice called from off-screen: "Babe, where did I put my keys?"

"Under the coffee table, where you left them!" Julian called back, then smiled at me apologetically. "I should go."

"Go take care of your man," I smiled, my tone lightening. "We'll talk at the coffee shop tomorrow. I need to find something to do or I'll be a nervous wreck by Saturday."

After hanging up, I checked the time. Sarah would arrive in an hour. I decided to check my email to see if Richard had sent the contract.

Sure enough, there was a new email—a detailed document covering all aspects of our potential relationship. From expectations and boundaries to intimate activities and sensory experiences, each section was thorough with space for me to fill in my preferences and likes.

Skimming through it, I saw phrases like "multiple partner sexual activity," "dominance and submission," and "sensory deprivation," my face instantly burning like fire, my core growing even wetter, my underwear sticking to my skin, the damp sensation making me clench my thighs in shame. Fuck, am I crazy? Getting turned on just reading this?

I read through the document like a child in a candy store, excited yet slightly fearful, my heart pounding like a drum. I never imagined myself in this situation, but now I was seriously considering mating with three powerful Alphas—their hands, their mouths, their cocks... My wolf growled beneath my skin, yearning to be possessed by them, shame and desire intertwining within me, making my breathing rapid.

At exactly 2 p.m., the building intercom buzzed, startling me. "Ms. Hart? This is Dr. Sarah. Mr. Morgan sent me."

"Fourth floor," I answered, pressing the door release button, my fingers trembling slightly.

I glanced around my small apartment, suddenly nervous about the doctor's visit, my face heating again. I'd never had a check-up at home before, and this place didn't even have a proper chair—would she think I was pitiful? I bit my lip, my heart racing, my palms sweating.

A knock sounded, and I opened the door to find a professional-looking woman in her forties, carrying a medical bag, a silver necklace around her neck, her demeanor efficient.

"Isabella Hart?" she extended her hand, smiling kindly. "I'm Dr. Sarah Miller. Richard asked me to conduct your pre-mating examination."

"Thank you for coming," I shook her hand, my fingers cold, my voice slightly shaky. "Sorry if it's inconvenient."

She smiled warmly, her gaze devoid of judgment. "Not at all. I understand Mr. Morgan's requirements."

I awkwardly gestured to the only furniture in my home—a broken chair and a mattress, my face burning. "Sorry, there's not much place to sit."

"It's fine," she placed her bag on the chair, her movements practiced, her gaze remaining professional. "I've worked in more challenging environments."

Dr. Sarah first asked about my sexual history, confirming that I'd been tested months ago with no sexual contact since. She performed several tests—drawing blood, taking oral swabs, collecting urine samples. I sat on the mattress, fingers clutching the hem of my T-shirt, too ashamed to look up.

"Are you using birth control?" she asked while recording on her tablet, her tone matter-of-fact.

"I have an implant," I said, my voice tiny, my face red as a ripe apple. "Got it a year ago, and I know when to replace it."

She nodded approvingly. "Good. Results will be ready within three days, before the mating ceremony." She packed her equipment efficiently. "Richard mentioned you're discussing the contract at Erotic Paradise on Saturday?"

"Yes," I walked her to the door, my face still burning, looking down. "Thank you for coming all this way."

After Sarah left, I stood in the middle of my apartment, my mind blank, unsure what to do next. I considered studying for final exams, doing laundry, or grocery shopping, but my body was still heated from reading that contract.

I did none of those things, instead falling back onto my bed, my mind continuously replaying Michael's scent, Richard's gaze, and Kevin's silent but powerful presence. I closed my eyes, my hand unconsciously sliding between my thighs, gently pressing against my swollen clit through my underwear, moaning softly as shame and pleasure mingled, making my entire body burn.

Fuck, I'm such a slut... Saturday couldn't come soon enough. I couldn't wait.