The rest of the day passed in tense, heated silence.
My body still hummed from the morning's release. The ache between my legs had dulled to a constant throb, but every shift of my hips reminded me of the double knot, the stretch, the flood. Slick continued to leak slowly, keeping my thighs slick and sensitive. The alphas moved around me with purpose, preparing for what was coming.
Thorne left first. He dressed in dark leathers, strapped on weapons, and spoke in low tones with Rorik outside the den. When he returned, his expression was hard and focused.
"The circle is being readied. Torches lit. Guards posted. The pack has been told. They know what tonight means."
Aurelius paced near the hearth. He kept glancing at me, eyes dark with anticipation and something sharper, protectiveness edged with fury.
"They will smell you from the moment we step outside. Dripping. Ready. Marked by us. No rival will dare approach after tonight."
Cassian stayed closest. He sat beside me on the furs, one hand resting on my thigh. His touch stayed light but possessive, thumb tracing slow circles over the bruise he had left. He spoke little, but when he did, his voice was quiet and certain.
"We will knot you in the center. All three. Before the pack. Before the stars. They will see. They will know."
I swallowed. My heart raced. The thought of being taken publicly, on my knees, on my back, filled and knotted while the entire pack watched, sent a fresh wave of slick between my legs. Shame burned in my chest, but so did heat. Deep, insistent heat.
Aurelius knelt in front of me. He cupped my face, thumbs brushing my cheekbones.
"You are nervous. I can smell it. But you will take us. You will scream for us. And when it is done, no one will question who you belong to."
Thorne crossed the room. He carried a small, dark leather collar. Simple. Thick. A silver ring at the front. No lock yet, just a clasp.
"This goes on tonight," he said. "You will wear it in the circle. You will wear it always after."
He fastened it around my throat. The leather felt cool against my heated skin. Snug. Not choking. Just present. A constant reminder.
Cassian's fingers brushed the collar. He tugged lightly.
"Ours."
The word sent a shiver down my spine.
They fed me again. Small portions, meat, bread, water. Enough to keep my strength up without weighing me down. Aurelius held the cup to my lips when my hands shook too much. Thorne wiped my mouth with his thumb. Cassian kept one hand on my back, steadying me.
As evening fell, the heat began to rise again.
It started as a low burn in my core. My skin flushed. My breathing quickened. Slick gathered faster, soaking the furs beneath me. My cock hardened without touch. My hole clenched and fluttered, aching to be filled.
Thorne noticed immediately.
"It is coming back. Stronger."
Aurelius grinned, feral.
"Good. We will use it. Let the pack smell how desperate you are for us."
Cassian helped me stand. My legs wobbled. He supported my weight, one arm around my waist.
"Walk with us," he said quietly. "To the circle."
They dressed me minimally. A thin, dark cloth wrapped around my hips like a loincloth, barely covering anything. My chest stayed bare. The collar gleamed against my throat. No shoes. No chains. Just the collar and the cloth. Exposed. Vulnerable. Ready.
We stepped outside.
The mountain air hit my skin like a shock. Cool against my fevered body. The path to the circle wound down the slope. Torches already burned along the way, casting flickering shadows. Pack members lined the route, silent, watchful. Their eyes followed me. Some nodded to the alphas. Others stared openly at the collar, at the slick still glistening on my inner thighs.
The circle came into view.
A wide stone amphitheater carved into the mountainside. Tiered benches rose around a flat central platform. Torches ringed the edge, flames high and steady. The pack filled the seats, dozens of wolves, betas and gammas mostly, eyes bright with anticipation. Whispers rippled through the crowd as we approached.
Thorne led us down the steps to the center.
The platform was smooth stone, covered with thick pelts. A low altar-like slab waited at the middle, padded, chained at the corners.
Aurelius stripped the loincloth from my hips. I stood naked before the pack. The night air kissed my skin. Slick dripped down my leg. My cock stood hard and leaking. My hole clenched visibly.
Thorne stepped forward. His voice carried across the circle.
"This omega is ours. Silver-eyed. Moon-born. Claimed. Tonight we mark him before you all. Let any rival smell it. Let any challenger die for thinking otherwise."
The pack roared approval.
Aurelius and Cassian flanked me. Thorne moved behind.
"On your knees," he commanded.
I dropped. The stone was cool beneath me. The pack watched. Hundreds of eyes.
The heat surged higher.
I looked up at them, my alphas.
And I opened my mouth.