Page 55 of Pack End Game

Zak walks with purposeful strides down the hall toward my bedroom. Freddie skips behind him with glee. Before I can ask what’s happening, Spencer gives me a sneaky smile. “Notice anything missing?”

I glance around and realize my mattress is no longer on the floor of the living room.

“Uh, you put the bed back in the bedroom?” I’m confused and frown. Only three of us can fit on the bed, and I hate the idea of splitting up at night with Zak on the couch in another room.

Spencer grabs me around the waist and tosses me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. “We have a surprise for you, Mia,” he tells me warmly as he carries me down the hall to follow Zak and Freddie.

Being carried makes me laugh, the sound echoing all down the hall until we join the guys in my bedroom. Freddie waits by the door with a wide grin. Zak seems to be on a mission, digging through my walk-in closet with a surprising sense of familiarity.

Spencer dodges piles of suitcases and boxes. The four of us have all been struggling to live out of my small apartment while we continue house hunting. They’ve only gone back to their place to pack enough clothes and toiletries to make this–hopefully temporary–arrangement work.

He puts me down gently on the bed, even though we both know he could easily toss me around more. Something I’ll be certain to suggest in the future.

I push up on my elbows and study Zak curiously as he shifts bins full of my winter accessories aside. “What are you doing in my closet? You’re not making space to tie me up and leave me in there, are you?”

Is this their idea of punishment for trying to push the sexual limits? Because I prefer funishments over punishments. A fun spanking is fine, but I’m not interested in being denied attention.

That’s not my idea of kinky fun.

“Wait.” I turn onto one side to examine the bed. “What is this?” Because it’s definitely not my bed, which could barely fit three of us squeezed together.

“Surprise,” Spencer smirks. “We might not have found the perfect house for us yet, but at least now we can all share the same bed in the meantime.”

The new bed is so big that there’s barely any floor space left in my bedroom, but I don’t even care. This is the best gift they could possibly give me right now. And this means Zak won’t be stuck on the couch the night before an important game.

My heart is practically singing with happiness as joy bubbles to the surface, and I smile like a lunatic. “I love this. This is the best surprise ever.” My gaze jerks back to Zak in the closet for a moment, his arms buried in one of my storage bins. “But seriously, what’s he doing in there?”

Freddie flops dramatically across the foot of my bed. “Who knows? But I’d bet money that he cased this place the first night we stayed here, while the rest of us were sleeping, so I’m sure he knows exactly where to find whatever he’s looking for.”

Spencer looks toward Zak, a knowing smirk on his face. He seems confident about the direction things are headed.

That makes one of us.

“If he’s looking for something he can use to shut me up, I would suggest putting a dick in my mouth instead,” I suggest helpfully. My attempt to get a little down and dirty with them makes even more sense now that I know we have a bed we all actually fit on.

There’s a pause in the closet.

One last shuffle.

And then Zak emerges holding…

“Oh, fuck yes.” Freddie bolts upright, clapping with glee at the reveal.

Two of my designer scarves dangle from the alpha’s hand–one lavender and one a purple so dark it’s almost black.

“Silk?” Spencer asks, getting an affirmative nod from Zak. “You’re such a good alpha, finding the perfect thing to tie these two up so we can play properly.”

Holy. Fucking. Knots.

“Say less,” I say while thrusting my arms straight out in offering. I’m beyond thrilled at the idea of being tied up. Just one thing, though, “Those were very expensive gifts I bought for myself, just you know, so I will expect compensation if they’re ruined tonight.”

“Of course,” Spencer reassures me smoothly.

Zak examines the scarves thoughtfully, with no sense of urgency to his perusal. “Strong, but soft. Surprisingly versatile. I knew they’d be perfect the first time I saw them.”

I narrow my eyes, remembering what Freddie just said about Zak snooping.

Spencer presses close to the edge of the bed, reaching down to wrap his hand around my ankle. “In his defense, he just likes to be aware of his surroundings so he can help keep everyone safe.”