Alpha Ragnar

Chapter 20

Stormie POV

My eyes are sore from all the tears I've she'd over the past three days.

I love him. How could he do this? Has he been doing this or is it just since I died that he took a

lover?

"Stormie! Thank God, there you are!"

I turn from my spot on the small cot and see R rushing in.

"How did you find me?"

The tall buff man shakes his closely cropped haired head.

"Two is your favorite number, so I thought you'd pick the second closest pack. I was right."

I sigh as he sits down next to me. It's not because two is my favorite number. The first closest

would just be too obvious.

Ragnar would find me easily there if he even cared.

The mention of his betrayal makes me cry again and R holds his arms out invitingly.

Wiping tears, I crawl into his large lap and straddle his giant form.

Even sitting atop of the gamma, my head only reaches his chest, so I bury myself in it.

He rubs my back and mindlinks that Ragnar will explain everything soon. I tell him I don't want

to see him and just cuddle with R for nearly an hour.

When my tears are stopped I pull away and look into my gamma's deep brown eyes.

"Am I not good enough for him?"

R's eyes narrow and he takes my chin in his hands gently.

"You are the best there is. You came back to life for that bastard and you deserve better. Though

there is an explaination for what he did, it doesn't excuse him. I'm sorry he did that to you and

I'm sorry you had to watch."

I watch R shake his head and listen to his voice crack.

"I'm so sorry. I wish you were my mate. I swear I'd protect you."

He nuzzles his head into my neck.

"I'd never hurt you."

I run my fingers through one of my best friends hair as he confesses. How long has he felt like

this? What would being his mate be like?

Leaning back, I look into his sorrowful eyes one more time before taking his face in both my

hands.

He seems surprised when I start to lean in, but he presses his lips to mine eagerly when he

processes what I'm doing.

Our mouths work against each other roughly and I grip his dark grey t shirt tightly as R keeps a

firm hand on my back and runs the other under the front of my shirt to massage my breasts.

"R," I moan shifting my core over his hardening bump.

He growls darkly and shoves his tongue in my mouth greedily, claiming every crevice.

"Baby girl," he growls again, flipping my body so he hovers over me on the small bed.

Both of his hands now work against my breasts and pleasure fills me as he squeezes them and

rubs his thumbs on my n*****s dominantly.

I widen my gait so that he can rub his now fully hardened member along my underwearless

pussy lips. A dress helps with easier access and I'm glad undergarments don't stay on when you

shift.

Realizing I'm bare down there he growls possessively and rubs his fingers along the wetness of

my crevice.

Though there's no mate bond to initiate Sparks, it's just as pleasurable.

It's like the first day we met when we Instantly took a liking to each other. If we were human,

we'd probably have been married by now to be honest, but then Ragnar turned out to be my mate

and I died before I could marry him.

It's not required for wolves to get married, but most alphas and lunas do.

All is lost in my moans and R's growling, that is until there's a loud roar from across the room.

R covers my body in a defensive position and we both look to see a half shifted Ragnar in the

doorway.

I gasp in fright, but R returns my mates growl.

Both men now have claws and canines, but I do my best to calm them down.

"Guys... Chill out okay? Come sit Ragnar."

It takes a moment for him to comply and when he does, R pulls me away from him only for

Ragnar to growl.

I shift over and sit in the middle awkwardly.

"Say what you need to."

Ragnar instantly begins threatening.

"If you ever touch my mate like that again I'll kill you! Baby, I know your mad and I won't hold

what I walked in on against you. I... Deserved that," he grinds out.

"But it isn't how it looks. Rachel turned out to be my real second chance mate. I couldn't fight the

bond, but I tried, sweetheart. I rejected her though, okay? She's gone and I'll never see her again.

Just please forgive me."

Realizing it's fully possible for his second chance mate to have been triggered into existence after

my death, I feel foolish. Obviously I'm still angry, but how did I not consider this would

happen?

He even rejected her. He does love me.

"If you could you the times I'd say you are forgiven,"

Both men join in now.

"It'd be more than the drops in the ocean."

I say it so often, I'm sure most of the pack will have caught onto that phrase by now.

Looking to R, I receive a soft hand on my cheek and a kiss on my forehead. He smiles and nods

before shaking hands with a still slightly angry Ragnar. Probably for my sake.

I know things won't be awkward between us, but I still feel bad. I do love R, but I love Ragnar

too and if I have to choose, Ragnar it is. He is my mate and I am his.