Stressed but not Pressed

One weekend you brought him over to the compound for game night. The first game was trivia, then charades, and finally a version of the "newlywed game" basically a "who knows who better" game. Steve got paired with Bucky, Sam with Natasha, Tony with Pepper, You with Jeremy. Everyone was doing great, it got to you and Jeremy. Tony asked all the questions, even ones that no one else was asked.

"Tony, no one else was asked that question, why are you asking him?" You rolled your eyes, looking over at him.

"It's a simple question." Tony smirked and looked at Steve from his peripheral.

"Well, to answer your question, Tony. No, we haven't had sex." Jeremy rolled his eyes and glared over at you.

You sunk down in your seat. That question ended game night. Some thought Tony ruined it, others didn't seem to mind. You were helping Steve clean up the living room while the others made popcorn and got blankets.

"So, it's getting serious between you and Jeremy?" Steve broke the silence, you stood up straight holding random piece of paper in your hand.

"Uh, kind of? Not really." You looked over at Jeremy who sat at the island with a disgusted loo on his face.

"Can I be honest?" Steve turned toward you

"Yeah, what's up." You mimicked his movements.

"I don't think it's going to work out. I mean come on Y/N, look at him he's sitting there not doing anything with a disgusted look on his face judging everyone."

"I don't really think it's your place to think anything, but honestly." You exhaled deeply "You're right, between you and me, I've been unhappy for a while."

"Y/N—"

"No, I can't keep pretending that I don't miss you. I'm still in love with you, Steve."

"Wow, I mean I always had a feeling but wow." Jeremy was now behind you, chuckling coldly.

You froze in your spot, you cursed to yourself and slowly turned around.

"I'm sorry, but I meant what I said. I can't keep pretending." You shrugged your shoulders, standing tall.

"I only used you to get in good with the avengers anyway." He shrugged and walked out of the compound.

You watched him walk away, a part of you was relieved but at the same time you're all alone again. You needed someone to fill the void of Steve. You turned and looked at everyone.

"I'm sorry for ruining the night, I just couldn't do it anymore. Steve I'm sorry for springing that on you as well."

"Don't be." Steve took a step towards you. "Please come back to me, I don't think my heart can take watching you love someone else again."

"Just please answer me this." You mimicked his movements. "Did I ever really matter to you?"

"You mattered more than the entire universe to me, I have never been more in love than I am with you." His hands cupped your cheeks, pulling you closer to him.

"If you two don't kiss so we can watch the damn movie." Tony interjected from behind you.

You smiled up at Steve and leaned in pressing your lips softly against his. When the two of you finally pulled back, the rest of the group already set up the blankets. You looked at the loveseat and saw the blanket Steve got you for your birthday, you exhaled happily and sat down, opening the blanket for him.

The rest of the night was filled with laughter and small commentary that made you laugh even harder. Sure, you felt bad for how things ended with Jeremy, but truthfully, he was dead weight and you were happy to get rid of him.

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Main Masterlist - Steve Rogers Masterlist

Your heart fluttered when you heard the front door open.

You expected him to come home on time and celebrate his birthday with you.

What you did not expect was for him to throw divorce papers in your face.

“What’s this?” You asked, picking up the pages he threw in your face. Tony didn’t look like he was joking. He wore a serious expression while your heart was hammering in your chest. “What has gotten into you?”

“The better question is—what has gotten into you. Or better, whom!" He yelled at you, making you flinch. Tony had never raised his voice around you. Your husband reserved his anger for business partners or for people who got on his nerves. Not you. Never you.

“Tons, I’m not in the mood for one of your not-funny jokes. Stop scaring me,” you tried to reason with your husband, but he only scoffed. Tony walked toward the dining table to flip it over. The carefully prepared gifts and food landed on the floor. In ruins, just like you.

“TONY!” You screamed. “What’s going on? I cooked for hours. If someone messed with a deal, it’s not my fault.”

“Out of all the guys out there, you had to fuck him! The golden boy! My worst concurrent and sworn enemy!” Tony got pictures out of his jacket and threw them in your face.

“That’s ridiculous!” You couldn’t believe Tony accused you of sleeping with his enemy, Steve Rogers. “I’d never do this to you. How can you believe this, Tony? You and Rogers are sworn enemies. He called me your arm candy some years back. That man is an arrogant prick, and I wouldn’t poke him with a stick!”

“Pictures don’t lie,” Tony snapped at you.

“Did your IQ drop on your way home? You remember that AI exists, right? Even before AI, there was Photoshop and shit. I never slept with Rogers, and you know it.”

“AI didn’t fuck Steve Rogers. People saw you in his car, in his house, and even at his office. Stop lying. Sign the papers, and I’ll let you walk out of my house with what’s left of your dignity.”

It was the first time he had called your home, his house, and it broke something inside you. You looked at your husband, searching his face. There wasn’t anything left of the man you fell in love with.

“Whoever told you these lies won the moment you doubted me and my loyalty. From this moment on, we are done.”

You crouched down to pick up the pages, searching for the ones to sign. “Go ahead, sign them to get all cozy with Rogers.”

With shaking fingers, you signed the divorce papers and carelessly dropped them to the ground; your wedding band and engagement ring followed them.

“I never slept with Rogers, but after today, I will,” you said, holding Tony’s gaze. "Because I think he’s smart enough to distinguish a lie, and fake images from the truth.”

Tony tried to say something. For only a second, you saw fear in his eyes.

“You wouldn’t…”

You gave him a cold smile. “Tony, one day you will regret this, but it will be too late. We are done. No matter what,” you choked on your tears but walked away and upstairs with your head held high. He had revealed his ugly true self, and you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

Packing your things was easier than you thought. You only grabbed the things you cherished and left everything else behind.

Tony was standing in the doorframe, watching you slam the second suitcase shut. He held the tiny box in his hand, staring at its contents.

“It’s his, isn’t it?”

“Yes, of course. I spent all this time with fertility treatment to get pregnant for another man, Tony. What else could it be?” You scoffed. “I only ever wanted to carry your baby, but believe whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Tony watched you walk past him. He didn’t offer to carry one of the heavy suitcases, nor did he follow you downstairs. Your husband simply stopped caring about you and your well-being over a lie.

Cold. Clean. Impersonal. You woke up in a white room with sterile walls and the scent of antiseptic. You didn’t remember how you ended up in a hospital room, or why your body felt like you got hit by a train.

“You’re awake,” the nurse said, stepping closer to your bed. She carefully checked on you, her eyes never meeting yours. “The doctor will be here in a minute.”

“What happened?” You croaked, voice raw. “I don’t remember going to the hospital.”

She sighed deeply, and you knew something terrible must’ve happened. “The doctor will explain everything in a minute.” The nurse hurriedly left the room, leaving you alone and scared.

“Mrs. Stark,” the doctor softly spoke to you. “There has been an accident.” He confirmed your worst fear. “You slipped and fell down the stairs at your home. The maid found you and called the ambulance.”

“The maid,” you murmured, recalling everything that had happened last night. “Not my husband?”

“Uh—he wasn’t at home according to the maid,” the doctor said, giving you an apologetic look. “We tried anything, but we couldn’t…”

“You couldn’t save the baby, right?” You sniffled silently. Silence settled in the hospital room, only broken by the sobs leaving your lips. It took everything in you to say, “So…let me get this straight. I fell down the stairs, and my husband left the house, leaving me broken and bleeding on the ground. I was losing our baby, and he didn’t even care.”

“I can’t answer your questions,” the doctor hastily said. A lie. You could see it in his eyes. Margaret worked for you for years. She would’ve never told lies. Tony must’ve bribed everyone to silence them.

“It’s always about his damn reputation,” you laughed through tears. “He doesn’t give a damn about anyone but himself.”

“Mrs. Stark, I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone for now. You need to rest.”

You watched the doctor flee out of the room, leaving you even more heartbroken. The hollowness in your heart spread through your whole body. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to feel all the pain.

“I will never forgive you for this, Tony Stark.”

“It’s mine?” Tony checked the DNA test he received shortly after you lost your baby. Tony reread it, and his cold ran cold. “How can it be mine?”

“Well, boss,” his assistant cleared his throat. “I checked the data, the footage, and the images. Mrs. Stark did not lie, Sir. They are all fake. She never met up with Rogers. He was out of the country when most of the footage was taken. It’s not Rogers, nor your wife, on the footage.”

“This can’t be! My experts told me the footage and images are genuine.” Tony’s voice carried a trace of panic. “If you try to fuck with me, it’s the wrong time!”

“Boss, IT ran all the tests for days. The images and footage are well done, but still fake. Someone put a lot of effort into faking evidence of your wife’s infidelity. Maybe they wanted to cause a rift between you and Mrs. Stark, or maybe they wanted you to go after Rogers. I don’t know yet.”

Tony didn’t listen. He couldn’t hear his assistant’s words. All he heard was that the evidence he believed in was nothing but lies. His eyes drifted toward the white stripe on his finger, and his chest tightened.

“Fuck!” He gripped the edge of his desk, his head swimming. “I let my baby die…”

You spent five days answering questions about how you feel.

They tried to help you, you knew that, but it didn’t make you feel better at all. The baby was gone, and so was your life with Tony.

The door barely closed before it opened again, a little softer this time. Someone steps inside, the shadow of the man you married. Tony looked like he had gone through hell, but you couldn’t care less.

“Y/N, darling,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I did you wrong. The images and footage were fake.” Tony looked at you, waiting for a reaction, but you simply stared at the ceiling. “I know you are hurting, but I was hurting too.”

“Leave,” was all you said.

“Darling, we can work this out,” Tony tried to convince you to forgive him, as you had so often in the past when he made a mistake. “I fucked up big time, but we can fix this.”

Your voice lacked any emotion when you said, “You killed our baby. I was bleeding out when you stepped over my body and left. There’s no fixing this.” You turned your head to look at him. “You killed our love, too, when you believed someone else over me.”

Tony tried to argue, but one of the nurses stepped inside the room. “Sir, I must ask you to leave. Mrs. Stark needs to rest. She’s been through a lot.”

“Yeah…uh…sure,” Tony stammered. He reluctantly left the room, still believing you’d forgive him—you always did.

“What do you want?” You asked the man stepping inside your hospital room. “I’m sure you want to visit someone else.”

“I came to see you,” Steve Rogers casually said. He stepped closer to your bed to look at your broken arm. “I heard what happened.”

“I’m sure you had something to do with the fake evidence,” you bit back, still that fire in your eyes he liked so much. “Leave. You did enough damage for a lifetime.”

“It wasn’t me,” he said, sitting down next to your bed. “I’m a bastard, but not a goddamn bastard jeopardizing an innocent life.”

A tear slipped down your cheek at the mention of your baby. “You did worse in the past. I heard all the stories, Rogers. Stop pretending you are not a cruel man.”

“They are just that, stories…tales,” Steve replied with a cracked smile. “If I wanted to destroy your husband, I’d have chosen a different way. I swear on my mother’s life, hurting you is the last thing I’d ever do, doll.”

“You called me an arm candy, and a sugar babe,” you weakly replied, too tired to fight left in you. “You’d use me against my husband. Congratulations, you killed his heir and my marriage with one strike.”

“You lost a baby?” Steve’s eyes saddened. He knew you got hurt after the fight with Tony and nothing else. “Y/N, I swear. I had nothing to do with all of this. I came here to offer my help.” Steve stammered. “I’m so sorry for your loss.”

“I’m only an arm candy.” You slowly turned around, ignoring Steve’s presence. “All of you are the same. Tony. You. Every other man I have ever met. I’m so tired of you…”

Steve didn’t leave your side. He stayed the night, watching you silently cry in your sleep. For a man, his stand, he softened only for the persons closest to him.

It surprised him that your pain and grief moved his cold heart. “Doll, I’ll find out who did this to you. I hate Stark, but not you. Never you.”

He slowly rose from his seat, trying to get the kinks out of his body. Steve fished his phone out of his pocket to call in a few favors.

“I want to know who sent Stark the images and footage of his wife cheating on him. Find them. You have four hours.”

Steve looked at you one last time, sighing deeply. He hated that you looked small and vulnerable, so unlike the feisty woman giving him hell whenever he dared to get close to her.

“I always wanted to take you away from Stark, just not like this…”

Steve Rogers came back every day. While your husband was busy with business and finding out who ruined his picture-perfect marriage, his enemy came to you to make amends.

“You need to eat more, doll,” he scolded you one morning when you shoved the food away and refused to eat. “I know it’s hard to see the good things in life right now. Your marriage lies in ruins, and…you lost a baby. But if you allow me to help you, I’ll hurt everyone who was involved in breaking up your marriage.”

You lifted your gaze to look at Steve. He looked different in the light the hospital room provided. Maybe it was your imagination, but this wasn’t the arrogant prick you had met years ago at one of Tony’s infamous parties.

“Tony is the monster, not the person trying to ruin my marriage. He let them put all these thoughts into his head, and that’s what hurts the most.” You choked on tears. “He sent flowers and jewelry after he left me bleeding on the ground, but didn’t come to visit me. He’s a coward.”

“Do you want me to make him pay? I’ll destroy your husband if you want me to, Y/N. Just say the word.”

You didn’t hesitate to answer Steve. “Ex-husband. He forced me to sign the divorce papers. Tony Stark is nothing but a bad taste in my mouth.”

A few days later, you were ready to leave the hospital. Steve offered his help while your husband was busy sulking and drinking at home. He didn’t have the guts to come to visit you again.

Tony believed his assistant would take care of bringing you home. He was wrong, though. You ignored the past and decided to use Steve’s power to get back at your husband and the people destroying your life.

"Are you ready to head out? I have my people on their way to pack up your things,” Steve said, watching you slowly walk toward the door. He offered his arm, but you didn’t take his offer. You weren’t friends. “I won’t bite.”

“If you bite, I’ll bite back twice as hard,” you retorted without missing a beat. Steve chuckled at your comeback. The fire in your eyes was back, and he was glad Tony didn’t distinguish it forever.

“I wouldn’t mind a little bite mark from you.” He shrugged before grabbing your bag and jacket. “My driver is waiting for us. Please tell me if you need anything else.”

“My ex-husband’s head on a silver platter would be nice.” Steve grinned, but you were dead serious. Tony destroyed your faith and trust in him. He promised to always protect you and let you down in the worst way possible.

Steve nodded knowingly. “Consider it done. I can’t decapitate your husband, but I can hit him where it hurts, doll.”

The tall blonde bastard smirked. He looked you up and down, his eyes roaming your body. It was obvious what he was thinking about.

“I won’t sleep with you, Rogers.”

“Not…yet.” He shrugged. “You’ll change your mind.” If confidence had a face, it would look like Steve Rogers’.

“Just tell this to yourself. This is a business deal only. I’ll tell you everything I know about Tony’s business, his partners, and his weak spots, and you’ll help me destroy him.”

Steve opened the door for you, holding it to let you walk out ahead of him.

“You will see, I’m more than a pretty face and money.”

Part 2

The air felt cleaner, promising a better life. You didn’t know why, but it made your feet walk faster toward the small cottage at the end of the territory. The one you call your own.

“Hold, who’s there?” An alpha you never saw before blocked your path. He looked you up and down and scoffed when you came to a hold, stopping your rolling luggage at his feet. “What do you want here?”

“Dude, it’s 2 am, I still suffer from jet lag, and you are blocking my path to my home. I lived here all my life,” you said, jerking your head toward the small cottage. “I don’t know who you are, and frankly, I don’t give a flying fuck. Just get out of my way.”

The alpha scoffed and crossed his arms over his wide chest. “You won’t get past me.” He said, matter-of-factly. “You’re an intruder.”

You groaned loudly before dropping your bags to the ground. The alpha watched you stretch your limbs and crack your neck with amusement.

“Remember,” you said, looking the alpha straight in the eyes. “You asked for this.”

“What do you want to do, little pup?” He laughed in your face, waking the furious omega in you. “I’ll break your neck if—”

The alpha whined low in his throat when your foot connected with his groin. The power behind your kick was beyond anything he’d ever experienced. He didn’t expect you to attack him with the evilest move ever.

“Well, if you are being an ass, showing off your balls,” you said, cupping his jaw as he was holding his bruised balls, “I’ll simply smash them. Now, if you’d excuse me. I’d love to go to my house and get some sleep.”

You stepped away and looked down at the alpha. He was in pain, and you pitied him. “Put ice on that and get some rest. You’ll be fine and can make pups in no time.”

You were about to pick up your bags when someone clapped their hands behind you.

Twirling around, you gulped hard. An even taller and more imposing alpha had sneaked up on you from behind. He was standing toe-to-toe with you, looking down at you, a smirk tugging at his plump lips.

He was a sight for sore eyes. His medium-length light brown hair and the full, well-groomed beard that framed his jawline only added to his handsome appearance.

“I see you defeated one of my mightiest warriors,” he casually said, blue eyes boring into you, searching for any trace of fear or weakness.

A shiver ran down your spine, and goosebumps erupted all over your skin when his scent hit you.

“Focus,” you muttered under your breath, fighting your instinct to submit to the strong alpha. “And who are you again?” You couldn’t stop yourself from angering the alpha.

“Strange,” he replied, his smirk deepening. “Shouldn’t you know the alpha of your pack?” The alpha cocked his head, eying you warily. “Or did you lie about living here all your life?”

You curled your lip in disgust. “As far as I remember, the alpha of this pack was my douchebag ex-mate, who was more of a man-whore than a leader.”

“Do I sense a sob story?” The bastard dared to make fun of your heartbreaking past.

“Get fucked,” you snapped back, your eyes widening. “I don’t do sob stories. If you fuck with me, I’ll make you bleed or remodel your beloved bike with a baseball bat.” You flashed the alpha a smirk and turned to leave.

“A feisty and fiery one, I see.” He grabbed your wrist, keeping you from leaving him. “Still, you will not disrespect your alpha.”

You sighed long and exasperated. “Listen, we are not living in the dark ages anymore. I know pack dynamics are still a thing, and I don’t mind treating people with respect if they do the same. Your bodyguard didn’t treat me with respect. He tried to stop me from going home and getting some sleep.”

Looking over your shoulder, you added, “and you are not my alpha, dude. I told you, the douchebag is the alpha of this pack. As much as I hate him, he’s still the one in charge of this pack. So, stop bugging me.”

“Do you have a death wish? You should show respect to your alpha and stop being a disobedient brat!” The alpha’s commanding voice boomed through the silent area. Even the alpha on the ground was shaking in distress.

“It’s a talent. Disobedience is just one of many of my personal traits.”

You smirked at the much taller alpha. A flicker of anger flared in your eyes, and for a moment, the alpha could see the fighter in you. The one who never backs down.

“Steve, she’s more dangerous than you think,” the alpha on his knees groaned in pain. “She just kneed my balls.”

“Aw, princess,” you cooed and winked at the brunette who was slowly trying to get back on his feet. “I could’ve ripped your dick off, too. I was being gentle.”

“Gentle?” The alpha hiccupped. “You bruised my balls! Stop acting like you were nice.” He glared your way, still holding his groin. “Steve, don’t get anywhere near her. She’s feral.”

“Feral?” You took one step toward the brunette. “Only because I’m not taking shit from knotheads any longer doesn’t mean I’m feral. It’s called self-respect.”

“Buck, just give it up. She’s a walking disaster and mine to tame,” Steve said, stepping closer to you. His size was impressive, but you didn’t give away that you’d like to climb him like a tree. Biology and instinct suck sometimes.

“Walking disaster?” You cocked your head. “I was simply minding my business and tried to go home. Your buddy over there blocked my way. It’s not my fault he’s dull and wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“Dull?” Bucky echoed, but Steve lifted his hand to stop the brunette from fighting with you.

“Buck, go home. Maybe find a nice omega on your way to help you with your problem.” Bucky’s eyes lit up at Steve’s words. He nodded and walked away.

Steve followed his friend with his eyes before turning his full attention back toward you. “Rules must be followed, doll. Even if you weren't around when I took over your pack.”

“It’s not my fault; John was a lousy alpha, only thinking with his dick. If you are the new guy in town, fine by me. Just don’t get in my way.” You gave him a thumbs up and turned to pick up your things, but he wouldn’t have it.

“Stop!” His voice was more commanding now. You stiffened and tilted your head in submission. He watched you fight his alpha command, still with that stupid smirk on his lips. “Things have changed. If you want to rejoin this pack, you will follow my rules and contribute to the pack.”

You struggled to keep a straight face. “I contributed to the pack for years. I allowed them to use my lands, and the bakery in town is mine too. What else do you want? A blood sacrifice?”

Steve’s smirk deepened. He stepped closer, aware that you couldn’t move or fight him. “You will come to my office first thing in the morning. 9 am sharp, doll. Not a minute late.”

He looked in your cottage’s direction and then at you. His large hand cupped your chin to tilt your head. The alpha stared at your untouched mating gland; his eyes dilated for only a second.

“Now get some sleep. Alpha’s order…” When you finally could move again, Steve was long gone.

“FUCKER!” You clenched your fists, deciding to give the alpha hell first thing in the morning.

Part 2

Some people think that omegas are stupid. Ditzy and vulnerable, were often how they were described and even with some being streetwise roamers, they were still seen to be a weaker presentation. 

But omegas have a way of reading people, especially alphas. Albeit a former spy or soldier, Natasha wasn’t completely unreadable, you knew Natasha was here to pry and to try and move things along. The warning from the others had confirmed it. 

So you played it to your benefit, with the cunningness of your white wolf taking the lead to benefit all sides of you but especially the vulnerable omega side. You realised as you shared your past with Natasha that having a similar conversation with Steve would be something you’d struggle with. As strong as you were now, a flick of rejection from your alpha would make you spiral. You remembered how being rejected had felt before. When the pain and delirium were at their worst and ripping through your body. You decide in the moment that Natasha asked questions that you’d take the easy way out and let her do the storytelling. She did love a long story after all. 

“What she said about me being a mistake has always been the truth. She got herself into a situation that she shouldn’t have and ended up with me as a result.”

“What kind of situation?”

“She had an affair.”

“Fuck.”

“Yep. She denied it but her mate, her first husband, he felt everything. She tried to say it was just her on her own, that her heat was coming and that she was thinking of him but then she ended up with me. He knew from her pregnant scent that I wasn’t his. They already had three other kids, and had agreed there wouldn’t be anymore. He’d been taking precautions. She lied again and said these things can happen, they aren’t foolproof. He found out her childhood sweetheart had been in town and paid her a visit, she slipped up.”

“He couldn’t forgive her?”

“Would you?”

“No, probably not.”

“Nor would I. My brother told me a few years ago, I think it was the last time I had Christmas with them, that she’d almost talked him around. He loved being a father, and apparently I was a cute baby.” 

“I can see that.” Natasha says warmly.

“Then my sister told him I had magic, and my hair started to show flicks of white. It would be glaringly obvious to anyone I wasn’t his. My brother said he really tried to see passed it so I could be raised with them, even though they were teenagers by then, and because deep down he still loved her, and then he saw my darling mother with another man.” 

“Your father?”

“Nope.”

“Did he challenge the other guy?”

“Nope. He was done. Walked away. He’s a proper descent man too, but she’d humiliated him over and over. Even down to that moment, she’d left me with a friend and said she was working, that she had to get a job because he’d thrown her out. That man she was with would become my stepfather.”

“What’s he like?” 

You paused and swallowed hard, a lump forming in your throat. You honestly don’t know where to start. You decide to show her instead. You place down your wine on the coffee table and turn around so your back is to her, as you perch on the edge of the sofa. You lift your loose fitting T-shirt over your head, leaving yourself in the back bralette you’re wearing underneath. You bare your scars to her, the physical ones at least, out in the open to her. Lines of scarring litter your back and zig zagging across it. 

You don’t expect Natasha’s gasp. Hardened by the frontline you expect her to have seen a lot of things, but it doesn’t stop the gasp or the growl that follows it. 

“He did this?”

You nod and pull your T-shirt back on, turning back to her.

“That’s the type of man he is.”

“Did your mom know?”

You nod again.

“She’s not innocent in some of this either. Even before he was around permanently she would do things, leave me for long periods of time on my own, be neglectful. When one of the neighbours heard me crying again, her and my mum got into an argument and that was when we moved. We moved to the government housing for single mothers and low income families. He moved in soon after.”

“Is that where you met the pack you were part off?”

You nod. 

“They were part of the private housing, next to ours. Mum tried to keep a low profile but then he lashed out at me for not bringing him a beer quick enough. I ran and as he tried to drag me back Luna Diana found me.” You paused for a moment. “Luna Diana tried to help me over and over again, she’d make sure I had at least two hot meals and a bath each week. Mum said….”

You paused again as a tear slipped down your cheek. Natasha moved closer and squeezed your arm.

“She said the other day that Diana offered to take me. Mum said no because she got more money for me. What kind of mother is that?” You sniffed.

“A shitty one.”

“Alpha David, a few years ago he got sick. I went back to help. He told me he never got rid of the guilt for not helping me more, but I wasn’t part of their pack. There were limits to what they could do. Mum was always a flight risk. They thought she’d bolt and take me with her. Obviously I know now that was for the money, not because she wanted me.”

“What about your other family? Your siblings? Why didn’t they help?”

“Mums a very good storyteller. She’d say I was clumsy or when the people figured out I had magic, she’d blame that. My siblings were teenagers when she had me. They didn’t pay attention until it was too late.”

“Luna, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. You have nothing to be sorry for. It set me on this path for a reason, I think.”

“Steve? Is he the reason?”

“I’m not sure. Him or Agatha.”

“Maybe the goddesses gave you Steve as thank you for dealing with Agatha.”

You shrugged.

“But then that wouldn’t explain why you smelt like home to me that night in the words.” You tell her.

“Fate needed you at Queensborough.” You hummed in agreement, before she continued. “Steve’s still going to want you.”

“I’m not done with my long story.”

You go on to tell her how your stepfather dipped in and out of the house and your lives. How although you were terrified of him you started to defend yourself. When his friend took an odd interest in you, you tipped the table and scolded them with hot coffee. He locked you under the stairs, so you shook the house. You’d run away and they’d lock you in your room, so you’d cause a storm. He’d beat the shit out of you everytime. But you also had very little control over the magic and it would slip out by accident. Your school got funding for a witch teacher but your mother wouldn’t sign the permission slip. Diana sought guidance from the nearest coven, who offered lessons and gave you a wand to help you channel your magic. Your stepfather snapped the wand and put it in the bin. The pack didn’t see you for a month after that. Your childhood was full of bruises, bullying and darkness. The only light Luna Diana and the pack.

“Then I turned eighteen and presented as an omega. They locked me in the house and left. Diana and the pack aunts got in and took care of me through the heat. It was a New Moon and my magic was erratic and I struggled to control the change into wolf. My hair went from flicks of white and grey to completely white practically overnight. By the time the heat was over I was an omega, and a white wolf. They sit with my witch.”

“They aren’t merged?”

“No.”

“Was that when you became part of the pack? When you presented?”

You nodded.

“I was working a couple of jobs by then and I had enough to rent somewhere. The pack and neighbours helped me find furniture and gave me a few things and I honestly thought, this is it, things are better, this is the start of something. I had a good six months and then that happened.” You said, pointing at your back. 

“How’d it happen if you weren’t living with your mom then?”

“She got sick. I still kept my distance to begin with, sent care packages or left them on her doorstep, and then one of my brothers came to the door. Mum’s favourite. Said it was bad and that I needed to step up.” Natasha lets out a huff and shakes her head. “I was an unpracticed witch what could I do? I was doing house and mate blessings, I didn’t know about helping someone that was sick. It played on my mind and my omega kept pulling, so I did the research and when I was trying to decide what to do my brother called again. My stepdad had left her. Packed his shit and gone, so I went to see her. She wasn’t well but she wasn’t as bad as my brother had said. It was around then I realised I could tell when someone’s lying, it took a while but the wolf and witch can spot it. She was sick but she wasn’t as bad as she’d pretended to be. I should have know then there was an issue but I still wanted her, or someone, at least to be my mother. I clung to the fact that things would change with him gone. I went back and forth from my flat to her house, and then one night she asked me to stay. She seemed nervous so I did. I just thought she was unsettled from being ill and my stepdad being gone. I slept in my old room and I woke up to being hit.”

“Your stepfather?”

You nodded in reply.

“Your wolf didn’t sense him before?”

“She’d made us a hot chocolate before bed. She’d never done it before, like ever, and for that moment I thought she’d changed, only she hadn’t. She was worse. She’d added a sedative as well as a few marshmallows. Back then my nose wasn’t what it was now so I hadn’t realised. When I came around he’d already got a few hits in. He started with a stick coated in wolfsbane and then his belt. After the second hit with the belt I threw him out the room and down the stairs. I climbed, well, more like fell from my bedroom window to get away. The pack patrol caught my scent, but I don’t remember much for about a week after.”

Natasha lets out a rumble that’s somewhere between a gruff like sound and a growl. Your eyes meet and you see a flick of a wolf like change. 

“Don’t.” You tell her firmly as she tilts her head back as if to howl. “It’s in the past.”

You know she can’t help it. If a member of the pack, particularly the Luna is in danger or needs help one of the pack will howl to alert the others. It’s almost involuntary. 

“IS IT!” She snaps back as she stands abruptly. “All of this, what they’ve done to you Luna, they can’t get away with it. It’s holding you back, stopping you being with Steve.”

You give her a moment as she begins to pace. 

“When you’re ready Natasha you should sit down. This gets worse before it gets any better.”

She paces a little more, before throwing herself down abruptly. You raise an eyebrow at her and she gestures at you to continue as looks up at ceiling. You’re not sure if her avoiding eye contact is because she’s fighting the need to howl, or that she’s angry at you or herself. 

“Once I was back on my feet, I started to work as many jobs as possible. Kept myself busy. Kept my head down, tried to stay out of the way and not cause the pack any problems. I started to read about magic and the craft. I reached out to the coven Diana knew but they’d moved, so it was a lot of self practice. Then Jacob came back from University and he brought some friends with him. Pack brothers. One of them,” you paused for a moment and took a sip of your wine, “one of them, Tom, was my true mate. I’d never even had a proper boyfriend before.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow at you. 

“Anyone that had taken an interest had been chased off or growled at by Jacob or Tyler, or one of their friends. Luna Diana scared a few off herself. I was smitten. It was ridiculous really. The slightest bit of attention and all the sides of me omega, white wolf, even the witch went doe eyed.”

“What was he like?”

“It turned out he was an asshole. We found out when he rejected me what he was really like.”

“What happened?”

“He liked the idea I was untouched.”

“You were a virgin?”

“Yep. A few days before we were going to be mated he sat boasting to the other alphas. How I’d only ever have him, how untouched I was, said stuff about my body, what he was going to do, how obedient I’d be. The others reminded him I was also a witch and white wolf as well as an omega, and he said he’d have me under control. Then one of the others asked him if the scars bothered him, if he’d be put off by them when I presented to him. I hadn’t told him. Part of me thought Tyler or Jacob had, I know Diana and Daniel had given him a talking too about being mated to me. He’d never seen me with my clothes fully off, wanted to wait until we mated, said he wouldn’t be able to control himself otherwise and wanted the bond to take well.”

“He wanted to control you.”

“Yep.” You reply. “Once he knew about the scars though the idea of a perfect omega was gone. He practically broke down the door to reject me. It was right before the Full Moon, and the rejection hit me like a bus.”

“You didn’t accept it?”

“Not right away. I thought I could talk him around, explain, tell him that I thought he’d know. It was common knowledge around the pack and the neighbours about what had happened. My stepdad tried to have me arrested but the pack vouched for me and put a stop to it. I honestly thought he knew, I know I should have told him, maybe shown him, but whenever we went to take a step further or I went to take my clothes off he stopped me. I even thought he was stopping me because he didn’t want to see them. The Full Moon came and the rejection hit me harder and harder, the fever started and well, Luna Diana, said they nearly lost me. They even fetched my siblings and Mum to try and bring me round. Jacob came to see me. Tyler too, although he threw up with how rotten my scent was. Jacob held my hand for hours, talked to me. He’s a few years older so his memory of everything, of me coming into their lives, when Diana would bring me around, was much clearer than my own. He admitted to chasing off any possible boyfriends, and how guilty he felt for bringing Tom into my life. I could hear him but couldn’t answer because of how ill the rejection fever had a hold on me but then he whimpered and the three of them,” you said, tapping the side of your head, “stirred, pushed forward, more my omega than anything else.”

“Did you accept the rejection?”

“Once I’d come around a little more Tyler and the others dragged Tom in. I accepted, and he had the nerve to complain that the acceptance hurt. We found out later that he’d actually not been a hundred percent about us bonding from the start because of my witch side, but with me being so close to the Luna it inserted himself into the pack, even more so than being Jacob’s pack brother. Then the New Moon rolled around and the goddesses granted him a new mate.”

“Fucking asshole.” Natasha muttered.

“Oh and a week later I ended up in bed with Jacob.”

“WHAT!?” Natasha coughed into her wine.

“And sometimes Tyler was there too.”

Her coughing stopped and she raised her eyebrows again.

“What?”

“Maybe warn me next time!”

“What? I didn’t think you’d be a prude.”

“Oh far from it, but you told me this sad story of rejection and then in the next part you’re fucking the alpha. I don’t know whether to cry or be proud.”

“Somewhere in between maybe. Around eight months later Jacob met Lila. I didn’t think it was common knowledge we were seeing each other, but there were only so many sad looks I could take, so I left.”

“You see a lot of trouble on the road?”

You nod.

“There were odd moments that weren’t so bad.”

“Frank and Billy?”

“Now and again, but we weren’t sleeping together. I mean we slept in the same bed but nothing else.”

“You’re seriously telling me Billy Russo didn’t try to get in your pants?”

“Oh he tried. Frank put a stop to it. There was a minute, a moment, that I thought maybe we could try, that we should. When I was in hospital after Agatha I heard them talking, and as close as we were, I knew it wouldn’t happen. I think my heart broke a little more, but obviously we know why now.”

Natasha hummed in agreement. There was a comfortable silence between you as you both sat sipping the wine. 

“Are you sure you want me to tell Steve all of this?”

You nodded. 

“If he wants to reject me ask him to stay away until we can agree a day. It’ll need to be at the right point of the moon cycle so we both don’t get sick and I’ll need to arrange someone to take care of me, just in case.”

“He’s not going to reject you Luna.” Natasha told you firmly. 

“You don’t know that.”

“I know Steve well enough to make a very educated guess.”

“Exactly. A guess.”

“And I know how he feels about you already, how he’s wandering around like a kicked puppy down there.”

You huffed out a laugh. 

“Did you hear about the wood chopping?”

“I did. Fucking idiots.” 

You let out a laugh.

“And how would it have been if you’d have been around to guide them?”

“Flowers. Sweet treats. Herbs and spices. Wrapped and boxed prettily and left at the side of the shield. For a week at least, maybe two. Then the wood chopping.”

You hummed in response.

“Yeah that would have worked. Although to be fair Steve did look good chopping that wood.”

“But what they don’t realise that if they’d built your trust a little more, you’d be climbing that alpha like a tree right now.”

You snorted out a laugh. 

A few more hours passed as you and Natasha shared stories of the last few years. She had just started to tell you about the background of the constant bickering between Sam and Carol, when she paused. The scent of Wanda and Bucky swept up your nose. 

“I think your mate might be missing you.” You told her with a smirk.

Natasha raised an eyebrow at you and smirked, as she stood to leave. 

“I think your beta might be missing you too.”

You threw a pillow at her in response. You guided her to the door and she gave you a look that you couldn’t quite place. 

“You know, you told me what to tell Steve if he was to reject you but not if he wants to keep you.”

“I don’t think you’ll need to know.”

She sighs and you partly expect her to tell you off, instead she smiles. 

“If you say so Luna, but when I’m right you’ll owe me.”

“Hmmm, after the woods, I think we’ll call it even.”

“Be ready for 7 tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“Because if he wants to reject you we’ll follow your little plan, and when he doesn’t he’ll be here at 7 tomorrow with supper.”

She opened the front door and slinked out, just as Wanda and Bucky came through the gate. She stopped momentarily as her and her mate embraced. You watched them fondly before your eyes met with Bucky’s and you watched his cheeks blush as you waved at him. 

Both he and Wanda went to head towards you before Natasha guided them both away.

By the time Bucky looks back again, you’ve slipped inside.

“When you’ve done eyeing the Luna, James, go and fetch Steve. We need to talk.”

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The tech lead actually took a physical step back, his bravado evaporating the moment Steve's shadow fell over him.

"Excuse me," Steve said. The frequency of his voice seemed to vibrate right through the frantic noise in your head, obliterating half of your stress instantly. He didn't even acknowledge the other man's existence. His blue eyes locked onto yours, softening with a look of deep, observant concern.

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

You blinked, your brain struggling to switch gears from liquid cooling to your man.

"Steve? I'm right in the middle of a…" You gestured vaguely at the mess of schematics. It was a damned meeting you'd been praying to escape for hours, but the professional guilt still clung to you.

"It's kinda urgent," he repeated, his eyebrows scrunched in a way that made your heart jump. You quickly gave a once-over. He looked alright. Your mind immediately went to Bucky…was he hurt? Was there a mission that you were not aware of? You'd been so busy you felt like floating through the days. Without another word to the stunned tech lead, you excused yourself and followed Steve into the hallway.

As soon as the doors closed behind you, Steve turned immediately, his large hand winding around your waist to pull you into his space. You stumbled slightly, steadying yourself with your hands flat against his firm chest.

"Steve, what's going on? Is everything…"

"You look like you're about to snap in half," he murmured, cutting you off. He reached up, his thumb grazing the pulse point at the base of your throat, feeling the frantic rhythm of your lingering adrenaline. "Bucky's downstairs. The car is packed. We're leaving."

"Steve, I can't," you protested, your hands flying up to gesture wildly at the door you'd just exited. "We're a week behind on the next design phase, and if I don't finish figuring things out, the whole project stalls…"

"You've got five minutes," he interrupted.

His voice dropped an octave, shifting into that 'Captain' tone, the one that had led armies. It wrapped around you like an unyielding vine. It was a gentle warning, but a warning nonetheless.

"Go back in there, tell them what they need to know for the weekend. If you aren't out by the time the clock hits five, I'm coming back in there and putting you over my shoulder. I don't care who's watching."

You opened your mouth to argue, to tell him about the deadlines and the arrays, but the steady, burning look in his eyes stopped the words cold. He wasn't joking. He was perfectly willing to carry you through a building full of high-ranking scientists.

"Five minutes," he reminded you, stepping back just enough to let you move, though his gaze never left your face. He leaned in one last time, a mischievous glint glimmering in his eyes. "Personally? I'd love an excuse to come back in and get you."

You rolled your eyes, a reluctant, exhausted smile finally breaking through the stress. You knew when you were beaten, and you were beaten long ago. Turning back toward the door, you prepared to give the tech lead the shortest briefing of his life.

Bucky was leaning against the driver's side door, looking far too relaxed in that blue Henley.

As you reached him, trailing behind Steve with your arms crossed and a pout that was mostly performative at this point, Bucky reached out. He cupped your jaw, tilting your face up.

"Thought for sure you'd be coming out over his shoulder," Bucky chuckled, as he leaned down to press a lingering kiss.

"I would've been if I stayed one second longer," you grumbled, though the fight was rapidly draining out of you.

Steve's grin widened, triumphant and impossibly bright as he tossed your laptop bag into the car. He looked back at Bucky, clapping a hand on the roof of the SUV.

"Told ya," he said, his voice brimming with that insufferable lift. "Five-minute warning worked like a charm. Didn't even have to break out the tactical carry."

"You need a break, sweetheart, and that's that." Bucky reaffirmed.

"I'm just outnumbered," you muttered against his chest as he pulled you into a quick, rib-crushing hug.

"Correct," Bucky murmured, already steering you toward the open passenger door with a smirk. "Now get in the car before Steve decides he wants to jog to the cabin and pull us there himself."

Steve scoffed, pulling you in for a kiss.

Charming idiots.

The transition from the sterile tension of the lab to the silence of the woods was almost jarring. As the SUV crunched over the last stretch of gravel, the cabin emerged from the treeline like something pulled from a dream--surreal, secluded, and perfect. Just stunningly perfect.

The structure was a beautiful contradiction of rugged timber and soft, inviting light. On the north side, the forest seemed to be trying to reclaim it; thick, ancient branches of hemlock and oak draped over the roof like a heavy green velvet cloak, shielding it from the rest of the world.

On the south side, the cabin opened up to a sprawling stone patio. It was laid with irregular flags of slate that still held the dying warmth of the afternoon sun. A set of Adirondack chairs sat perched near a fieldstone fire pit, overlooking a steep drop that revealed a breathtaking view of the valley below, now swathed in the purple haze of twilight.

Heavenly.

It was chilly, biting at your cheeks with a crispness that tasted of damp earth and pine resin. Every time you inhaled, the cold felt like it was scrubbing the scent of recycled office air out of your lungs. Your breathing finally leveled out, smoothing into a steady, deep cadence. For the first time in weeks, the only "thermal array" you had to worry about was the heat of the hearth waiting for you inside.

You gasped at the beauty of it all. As you looked around amazed at the scenary, Bucky decided to give you a piggyback ride and who in the right mind would say no to that.

As soon you stepped in, you were carried straight to the bedroom.

In no time, you were stripped and spread between your two men.

"One more, Plum, you can give us one more," Bucky groaned, his thrusts deepening.

You shook your head, whimpering in pleasure.

"She will, Buck," Steve rasped against your neck, pulling your thighs wider for Bucky to grind deliciously against you. With your back to Steve's front, he easily wrapped an arm around your throat, pulling your head up to give you a kiss.

You cried out loud as Bucky decided it was the moment to suck on your tit. In mere seconds, you were falling apart. Bucky groaned, pulling your face close to look you in the eye as he came.

"So pretty, babygirl," he whispered, tugging you into his arms and you let him. Their intoxicating smell wafting around you and the fire crackling in the hearth put you asleep in mere seconds.

You lay there, head smushed on Bucky's chest, limbs tangled between Steve's thighs, and fingers clutching onto Steve's hand, which was wrapped around your waist. They had cleaned you up and put on a soft, oversized t-shirt.

Steve waited a full five minutes after your eyes closed before he dared to move, gently tucking the edge of the blanket around your chin. "Look at her," he whispered, his voice thick with affection wrapped in worry. "You should've seen her in that lab, Buck. I thought she was going to bite that guy's head off."

Bucky let out a silent huff of a laugh, his chest vibrating against your back. He adjusted his arm protectively wrapping you more closer to him weight across your waist.

"Look at those eyebags, she's fucking sapped," Bucky whispered.

"Stubborn as a mule," Steve said, moving closer.

"You mean to say as stubborn as you?" Bucky raised a brow.

Steve rolled his eyes, scoffing weakly.

Bucky snorted, the sound raspy in the quiet room. "Don't you start, Punk. With all the 'I can do this all day.' Where do you think she learned that it's okay to run yourself into the ground?"

"I am not that stubborn," Steve countered, though his protest was weak.

"Right," Bucky whispered, his eyes gleaming with fond exasperation in the firelight. "Honestly, Steve, between the two of you, I'm the only reasonable one in this relationship."

Steve raised an eyebrow, looking pointedly at Bucky, "Reasonable? You're the one who wanted to barge in and beat the shit out of the people worrying her."

"Hey," Bucky muttered defensively, his jaw tightening slightly before he softened again, looking down at you.

Steve reached over, his hand resting briefly on Bucky's shoulder, bridging the gap over your sleeping form. "Well, she's here now."

"Yeah," Bucky murmured, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the cushion. "Mission accomplished."

Bucky had breakfast ready the moment you'd stepped through the door. You tried to sidestep him, your mind still buzzing with the phantom sleep and the orgasms, but Bucky was faster. With a low, rumbling hum of disagreement, he snagged your waist, his large hand anchoring you before he effortlessly pulled you back and settled you firmly onto his lap.

"I'm not hungry, Buck," you insisted, your voice small as you tried to wiggle away from the heat of his chest.

"Oh, I'm not asking, Plum," he countered, his voice a smooth, gravelly command that brooked no argument. He picked up the fork, his metal fingers glinting under the kitchen lights as he held a perfect bite toward you. "Now open your mouth."

Your protests were wild, a flurry of "I'm fine" and "maybe later," but he simply waited you out with that steady, unimpressed gaze until you finally gave in. You let him feed you, one bite at a time.

"Good girl," Bucky murmured with a soft, satisfied smile, leaning in to press a warm kiss to your cheek the moment the plate was clear.

"What's he up to?" you asked, glancing toward the empty hallway, curious about the sudden lack of your other man.

"He's outside," Bucky said, shifting his weight comfortably beneath you. "Chopping some wood."

Your eyebrows shot up instantly, a devious spark lighting up your eyes as you realized exactly what that entailed. "And we're sitting here and missing out?" you asked, a breathless chuckle escaping you as you started to scramble off his lap. "Absolutely not. Let's go."

Bucky let out a short, rhythmic snicker, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he watched your sudden surge of energy. "Yes, ma'am," he said, offering no resistance as you grabbed his hand and began dragging him toward the door, eager to find where the sound of the axe was echoing through the trees.

You and Bucky settled on the weathered, wooden porch stairs. You leaned into him, your shoulder tucking under his, and he didn't hesitate, draping his thick arm around you, his thumb tracing absentminded circles over your arm as he rested his cheek against the top of your head.

Steve stood planted, his legs set wide for stability, the heavy splitting maul resting momentarily on the block. His skin is already gleaming, a light sheen of sweat catching the warm light, accentuating the deep, familiar contours of his physique...the broad slope of his shoulders, the thick ropes of his biceps, and the V-taper leading to his waist.

Good lord!

With an easy grace, he hoisted the maul high. The muscles across his back bunched and tightened. Muscles so fucking defined that it made you want to climb him up. He paused for a heartbeat at the apex before unleashing the downward swing with smooth power.

The maul dropped with brutal speed, hitting the dead center of the log. There's a sharp CRACK that echoed off the trees, and the two halves of the log spring apart symmetrically, landing neatly at his feet. Steve barely broke the rhythm. Before the sound even faded, he'd bent down to hoist the next piece of oak onto the block. He took a breath, his chest expanding, a slight ripple passing through his abdominal muscles as he readied the maul once more. The fragrance of pine resin and freshly split wood drifted thick on the cool air, mingling with the primal scent of your soldier.

Fuckin' hell!

What did you do to deserve your godly men? You were a lucky bitch, alright.

"Here to help me?" Steve asked, his voice carried effortlessly through the clearing. He didn't stop his rhythm. He reached down, calloused fingers hooking into a fresh log of oak, and hoisted it onto the stump with a grunt of effort that made the muscles in his forearms cord like steel cable.

Show off.

"No," you said, a traitorous giggle bubbling up as you watched the way the rising sun caught the sheen of sweat on his shoulder blades. You tucked your chin closer to Bucky's chest, hiding a devious smirk. "We're strictly here for the entertainment. It's a very high-quality show."

Steve paused, the heavy splitting maul resting near his boots. He looked over his shoulder, squinting against the golden hour light, his hair tousled and damp against his forehead. "You coming, Buck? Or are you just going to sit there with our girl and objectify me?"

Bucky didn't move an inch. He just squeezed you a little tighter, his chest vibrating with a low, rumbling chuckle. "What she said," he jested, his voice raspy and relaxed. He tilted his head, eyeing Steve's form with an appreciative sort of mischief. "Besides, you look fine without my help. Real fine."

"Real fine," you echoed with a dramatic, dreamy sigh, letting your head fall back against Bucky's shoulder so you could take in the full view of Steve's V-tapered back.

Steve let out a huff. With one final, fluid motion, he brought the maul down, burying the blade deep into the heart of the last log with a final, echoing thud. He left it there, the handle quivering, and turned fully toward the porch.

He stood there for a moment, chest heaving with the exertion, hands settling on his hips. He was flushed from the work, his skin glowing in the amber light, but it was the stupidly cute, lopsided smile on his face that really did you in.

"Tease me and see where that'll get you," he declared, his voice dropping into that low, 'Captain' register that usually made people stand at attention, but here, it was a playful promise.

That, of course, was all the permission you and Bucky needed. The teasing only intensified as Steve finally bridged the gap between the chopping block and the porch, smelling of fresh wood shavings and salt. He didn't just give you a good time, he showed you a real fine time.

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“That’s not what I meant, Y/N,” she sighed deeply. “Virgins these days are so clueless. You should know he's packing. He’ll ruin your coochie.”

You scrunched up your nose in confusion. “How do you wanna know he’s packing?” Allison made a vulgar gesture, pointing at her crotch.

“A girl knows,” she said and went for her next drink. You huffed and dropped your gaze. “Why are you still hung up on him? Did he make a move? Do I need to break his bones?”

A snort escaped your mouth. You didn’t think she could manage to break a hair on top of his head, but you still loved her. “No. He’s into his sister…”

"Eww…gross." Allison made a retching noise, barely keeping the alcohol in her stomach. “And illegal.”

“She’s his stepsister or adoptive sister." You racked your brain to remember facts. “I don’t know. Lemme think about it in the morning.”

“It is morning.” You stiffened, and an odd noise left your lips as you saw Harry standing right in front of you. Fuck. You were so fucked. “You shouldn’t be drinking when you have work in the morning.”

“Who asked you?” You slipped off your barstool to poke your finger into his chest. “Didn’t you get the memo? I quit, bastard. I won’t watch the man I love fuck around with sluts and his sister all the damn time.”

Harry quirked a brow. He looked at the bartender, silently telling her to take care of your friend.

“Bring her friend home safely. Make sure she’s been taken care of in any way. We don’t want to hear complaints."

“Got it, boss,” the bartender replied. She rounded the bar counter to help Allison to her feet. “Off we go, sweetie. Selene is going to bring you home and tug you in.”

“Where are you bringing my friend?” you gasped and grabbed Harry’s wrist. “Don’t hurt her! I’ll bite you if you hurt her.”

Harry ignored your antics. He wrapped his coat around you before guiding you toward the back entrance. “You won’t quit. Father needs you at the office with your best behavior today.”

“He’s paying me pennies, and I can’t even buy myself new shoes,” you growled and tried to wiggle out of his tight hold. “I work two other jobs to make ends meet! I will go back to my hometown and live at my mom’s house.”

“You won’t leave the family,” he snapped at you. “I’ll look into your payment. You should receive enough money to buy food and Cosmopolitans.”

“Allison had to pay,” you snapped back at him, slurring his name in your drunken haze. “I hate you…bastard. Why do you have to smell so good?”

Harry had his hands full trying to open the door to the backseat of his car while keeping you from running off.

You ended up face-first in the backseat, throwing insults at him when he covered your exposed bottom with his coat. Wearing a short, flimsy dress wasn’t your best idea that night.

“Sleep it off, princess…” He grumbled and slammed the door shut. “I’m going to drive you home.”

“Stop wiggling." Harry was fighting with you in your bedroom. He tried to get you out of your dress, but you called him a pervert and started to giggle. “Why can’t you listen? You’re usually sweet and kind.”

“I’m a beast in the bedroom,” you said while giggling. “I’ll scratch and bite you good.” You dreamily looked at Harry for a moment before jumping on your bed and rolling to your side.

“A beast?” He snorted when you sat back up to take off your dress. You threw it across the room and fell back on the bed. “You’re a handful.”

Harry dipped one knee on the bed, inching closer to look at your face. You were already asleep, unaware of the presence of the dangerous man lying behind you who was about to wrap his arms around your warm body.

“You want me to claim you,” he whispered in your ear, lips nipping at your earlobe. “Not yet, princess. I’ll take my time to play with you.” Harry moved his hand over your chest, groping your soft flesh before his hand dipped into your panties to tease your clit. “I heard every word. Your friend was right.”

He groaned while moving his index and middle fingers over your petals.

“I’d ruin you tonight if I were a worse man…and I will, one day.” Harry got bolder. His fingers toyed with your clit, playing with the little nub until he felt your slick coat his fingers. “There you go.” He husked when a moan fell from your lips. “Intoxicated and so needy. I could do bad things to you now, and you wouldn’t even complain.”

You instinctively rolled your hips, rubbing yourself against his thick fingers. Harry couldn’t hold back. He slipped two fingers inside, groaning deeply.

“Fuck, I wish I could…shit…no…” Harry breathed hard against your neck, holding back the need to ruin you once and for all. Instead, he slowly fucked you with his fingers while rubbing himself against your ass.

Harry whispered dirty nothings in your ear, bringing you to the edge in no time. He couldn't believe that he was rubbing his cock against you like a desperate teen.

It didn't matter. You were squeezing his fingers like a vice, indicating what he was missing out on if he didn’t claim you soon…

“Good girl…” You woke with Harry’s voice in your head. He called you a good girl, and you came all over him.

“Fuck, no.” You groggily groaned, your head pounding. “Not another wet dream of him.” You said and slipped your hand between your legs to find you slippery wet. Oddly, you felt sore but sated. “Did I touch myself in my sleep?”

You rubbed your eyes, wondering how you made it back home.

“Morning sunshine,” Zosia said, kicking your bed. “Get up. The boss said he wants me to pick you up from now on.”

“What? I quit yesterday,” you murmured and turned to go back to sleep. “Tell Mr. Da Souza to get fucked.”

“No can do." She kicked your bed again, a little harder this time. “Listen, princess. If you do not move your ass out of the bed, I’ll drag you out and bring you to Harry as you are. I don’t care if you are naked or dressed.”

“Why am I here? I told you that I quit." You tried to stand your ground against Harry and his father. You pointed at your feet, telling them you don’t make enough money working for them to buy new shoes. “I’ll go back to my hometown.”

“I checked our accounts,” Harry said, slowly walking toward you to grab your wrist. He smirked when you tried to pull away. “There has been a mistake. You have received only half of your salary. In the coming days, you’ll be compensated for the inconvenience. I got you clothes and shoes. We can’t have you run around in jeans and a t-shirt while working for us.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but his father dismissed you with a wave of his hand.

“Oh, and from now on, you will work under me,” Harry whispered in your ear while guiding you out of his father’s office.

“What? Why?” You stammered, unable to stop your heart from hammering in your chest. “I don’t know what to do for you. You don’t need an assistant.”

“I need an assistant so badly that Father was willing to give you to me,” Harry replied with a dark smirk. “Now, follow me to my office.”

“If this is about the things I said in the club, just forget about it,” you nervously babbled. “I was tipsy and…uh…girls talk…you know.”

“Girls talk, but women get what they want,” he said without missing a beat. “You wanted my attention; now you got it.”

Part 2