The Omega Who Rose from the Ashes: The Alpha's Regret

James POV

I called for room service as Bradley helped Trishelle to the bathroom. Soon, a sour-faced attendant delivered their late lunch. With a huff, he left the tray at the door, causing me to wonder what had gotten stuck up his backside. I rolled it in and took a whiff of the meal, my stomach tightening with anticipation. Despite the man’s foul mood, I could tell our food would be delicious. I had ordered pancakes, waffles, strawberry jam, maple syrup, ham, cheese, eggs, and a fresh salad. There was tea for Trishelle, along with a pitcher of orange juice, and coffee for me and my mate’s mate - a thought I was still trying to wrap my head around. The idea of sharing her, of this strange new bond forming between the three of us, left me equal parts nervous and strangely at peace.

Soon, the two of them emerged from the bathroom, and Trishelle untangled herself from Bradley’s protective arms before sauntering over to me, her hips swaying beneath the loose-fitting dress of blues and greens. I swallowed hard, my wolf perking up at the sight of this bold, new version of the woman I loved.

She stepped right up to me, plucking a strawberry from the tray without breaking eye contact. Her boldness made me retreat until my back hit the door. Trishelle pressed against me, a devious smile curving her lips. I glanced at Bradley for some kind of help, but he only looked like the cat that had gotten the cream, clearly enjoying my discomfort far too much. I looked back at Trishelle and swallowed again, unsure if my suddenly dry throat still worked.

She arched a brow and took a bite of the strawberry, holding what remained between her teeth as she offered it to me. The scent of her, fresh from the shower and warm with desire, was hypnotic, and I leaned down slowly to take the fruit from her lips - though I could not resist stealing a kiss along with it. We chewed and swallowed together, her eyes sparkling with some private, mischievous thought only she knew.

She rose to her toes and kissed me again, and I found myself responding despite every intention to resist. I felt like an addict chasing one more taste, and I tried to rein in my desire for the sake of our pup, but she would have none of my restraint. She grabbed a fistful of my hair, turning my mouth back to hers for another searing kiss. I submitted for a moment, lost in her, before finally summoning the will to push her gently away.

Breathing deep, I tried to steady my voice. "Trish, you said you and the pup were hungry. Come on, the food’s getting cold."

She stepped back and pinned me with a look that broke no argument, her eyes glowing with an authority that was new and yet somehow familiar. I felt her words resound in my head, sharp and commanding: *Stay still.*

Immediately, my body no longer felt like my own. I glanced at Bradley, who only winked at me as he grabbed a pancake and smothered it in jam, entirely unbothered by my predicament. Talking around the bite in his mouth, he shrugged. "I wouldn’t worry too much, my friend."

I looked back at Trishelle as she cast a glance over her shoulder at Bradley and pouted. "I’m still hungry," she huffed, before turning back to me and pressing a kiss to my neck, right at my mating spot, sending a shiver rippling through my entire body.

Trishelle sank to her knees, a bit awkwardly given the baby bump, though it did not slow her down in the slightest. She smiled up at me, her hands sliding along my legs, and I felt one particular part of me come fully, embarrassingly awake.

She leaned toward my crotch and inhaled deeply, an appreciative growl rumbling low in her throat. Her fingers made quick work of my pants, pulling them down and freeing me.

*Look at me,* she whispered into my mind, and I obeyed, the sight of the woman I loved kneeling before me, nuzzling against my length, achingly erotic. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might leap straight out of my chest.

She stuck out the very tip of her tongue and drew it slowly forward to touch the small slit at the head. Watching her, feeling the warmth of her breath, made the moment unbearably intense, and I groaned, unable to tear my eyes away.

Trishelle glanced up at me, smiling, before opening her mouth wide and taking me in one smooth, confident motion. The breath left my lungs entirely, and my knees buckled. I watched in fascinated wonder as her head began to bob, taking me deep, again and again.

I pressed my hands flat against the wall behind me and let my gorgeous mate please me, sensing the pleasure she took in the act, as though giving was its own reward. She moved faster, one hand drifting up to cup and gently roll my balls. The sensations built into something I had never felt before, and I knew I would not be able to hold out much longer.

I gasped as the tension coiled tight, ready to break. I wanted to last just a little longer, savor her a little more, but Trishelle took me deep and hummed, and the vibration undid me completely. I spilled myself down her throat, and she swallowed every drop greedily, her movements so sensual that I gave everything I had until it felt as though my very soul had left my body.

With one final swirl of her tongue to capture what remained, she released me slowly and leaned back on her heels, a pleased, satisfied smile playing on her lips.

I sagged against the door, my legs trembling, genuinely unsure if I would ever manage to walk again. Bradley crossed the room to help her up. "Satisfied now?" he asked, amusement lacing his voice.

Trishelle smiled at him, then glanced at me, still trying to recover. "For now," she said with a smirk, and I understood, deep in my bones, that from this moment forward, everything between the three of us would be different.

Bradley POV

We eventually settled down to eat, and I watched as James carefully filled Trishelle’s plate before piling his own, his attentiveness toward her both endearing and a little humbling to witness. The three of us focused on our meal for several quiet minutes, the only sounds the clink of cutlery and Trishelle’s occasional contented sigh. But once their hunger eased, I wiped my mouth and turned to her, unable to hold back my curiosity any longer.

"Trishelle, my love, as much as I enjoyed my time with you earlier - and I’m sure James did as well," I said, the comment causing James to blush slightly at the realization that I had seen everything, "I would like, no... we would like to know what happened."

Trishelle nodded and set her cutlery down, her expression turning thoughtful. "I can see why you’d be concerned, but it’s actually good news. I’ve got my wolf back."

Both men stared at her, confusion evident on our faces, struggling to understand how such a thing was possible for an Omega. Trishelle took our hands in hers and launched into the story of what had happened to her in the dream state after she passed out from our fight. She held nothing back, patiently answering every question we threw at her.

"Right now, El said she’s using her strength to help the pup stabilize within my body, but after I’ve given birth, I’ll be able to shift. Currently, I have some of the powers regular wolves have: healing, increased appetite, and a connection with my wolf. She can sense yours as well, and she told me your wolves can sense her too."

I nodded slowly, recalling the strange warmth I had felt earlier. "It’s true. While you were going through your awakening, our wolves felt excited and told us everything was all right."

James jumped in, his voice full of quiet wonder. "Yes, I’ve never known my wolf to be so calm and yet so content - except for when I found out you were carrying my pup." He lifted her hand to his lips, the tender gesture causing her cheeks to flush a soft pink.

Not to be outdone, I lifted her other hand to my own lips, kissing her palm instead. "Or when I found out you were my mate," I added, savoring the way her breath caught.

At my words, Trishelle gasped and stood abruptly, her hand flying to her mouth as though she had just remembered something urgent. "That’s right - I almost forgot to tell you that you’re both my mates." Worry flickered across her face; she clearly feared the revelation might shatter the fragile, happy atmosphere we had built. Instead, James and I exchanged a glance and both burst into laughter, the sound easing the tension from her shoulders almost instantly.

I stood and pulled her into my arms. "Honey, if we didn’t know it before, we certainly do now." I pressed a kiss to her brow and gently guided her back to her seat, then explained how her body had glowed during the revelation, a sign our wolves had understood and accepted, without hesitation, that we were now both her mates.

Trishelle began to cry, her worries, fears, and guilt spilling out in the streams of tears falling from her eyes, each one carrying away a little more of the burden she had clearly been carrying alone. James moved to her other side, kneeling before her. He took her hand and gave it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "Besides, that little show you put on with me in front of Bradley just proved this is our fate," he said softly, a teasing warmth in his voice meant to coax a smile from her.

With a soft cry, she flung both arms around us and blurted out through her tears, "I love you both. I was tearing myself up inside, feeling like I was being greedy, or selfish, for wanting you both so completely."

I kissed her hair, murmuring softly to calm her trembling. "Don’t worry, love, we’ll figure it out together," I said, and then, glancing at James and receiving his nod of agreement, I added, "and besides, we love you too."

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