Fated to the Alpha's Sons: An Omegas Rise to Fame-Chapter 39: BDSM.

’Do we tell her?’ Theodore asked his brothers through their mind link.

’I really don’t know. She seems to be taking everything well, maybe we should try.’ Troy chimed, confusion in his voice.

’I think we should tell her. I don’t think she’d reject, I think she’d be curious, to know more about it. Besides we wouldn’t be able to carry anything out during her heat, there would be no time for that.’ Tristan reasoned.

’You seem pretty convinced about this, Tristan. I think you should tell her.’ Troy chimed.

’You asshole -’ Tristan started to say but was interrupted by Beth.

"You guys okay? You seem a bit out of it. Is there a problem?" Beth asked, wondering why they all went quiet on her, all at once.

"Sorry, love. We were just conversing." Troy said, his eyes moving to Tristan’s, giving him some sort of sign.

"Princess, we have something to tell you." Tristan said, already rethinking his choices.

"Alright, then. I’m all ears." She said, leaning into the table.

"It’s about our sexual kink." He half whispered, desperately seeking a means of escape.

"Sexual kink? Like?" Beth asked, genuine curiosity shining brightly in her eyes.

"It’s not important. Really. We just wanted to let you know. Besides I’m not sure you’d like it." Tristan stalled, his flustered face suddenly becoming a massive source of amusement for his brothers.

Beth looked at him in genuine confusion. Tristan was one who was always put together, no rogue emotions lying around. Always acting logically and mighty and all, but the man that sat before her was definitely not the same guy she thought she knew.

Turning to the other boys and seeing their amused expressions, she knew something was up, but not just that it was important to them, it was also embarrassing to tell.

Deciding to cut Tristan some slack, she turned to the one who looked more amused by the situation, Troy.

"Oh, no no. Don’t look at me. He’s the one talking." Troy said, defensively, his eyebrows shooting to his eyebrows.

"Well, he’s obviously finding it difficult, so could you help him out?" Beth asked seriously, like a mother, leaving no chances for excuses.

"Fine." Troy groaned, his shoulders slouching. While beside him, Theo released a soft sigh of relief, which Bethany heard, loud and clear.

"You’re not off the hook either, fine boy." She said, plainly, not sparing him a glance. "I’m listening, Troy." She chirped. freewebnøvel.coɱ

"Oh. Only Theo gets to be fine? You’re picking sides." He complained.

"Stalling wouldn’t make this easier for you, Troy." She snapped.

"Yeah. I’m finding it difficult." Tristan added.

"Shush." Bethany said harshly, already getting annoyed.

’If anyone had told me we’d be shushing the three soon-to-be Alphas of our pack, I’d have punched them in the gut.’ Maria chimed.

’Tell me about it.’ Beth replied, tuning her attention to Troy.

"We are into BDSM, and we are Masters, not Dominants." He said quietly, heavy silence following his statement.

Three of them peered at her, searching her face, while she peered at Troy, complete silence in her head.

Leaning back in her seat, she shook her head. "I don’t understand. I thought that shit was painful." She said, her brain working twice as hard to process everything.

"For people who do not know how to carry it out, Yes. But we promise, ours isn’t painful at all." Tristan said, softly, his palm on her lap. But for the first time, the feeling of his hand on her thigh was quite appalling.

Swallowing, she shut her eyes, searching for the best way to handle the situation. She didn’t want to scare them off, but at the same time that’s all her body wanted to do at the moment.

When she was sixteen, she read about it in a few novels. In some books, it sounded really perfect and she was more than willing to try it out, but when she searched about it online, all she saw were gruesome pictures, depicting the things that go on during BDSM.

There were so many bad reviews about them, but there were a few good ones, but due to the numerous nightmares she had due to those pictures, she decided to stay clear from the thought completely, and now, her mates are into it?!

What the heck was she supposed to do?!

"Princess." Tristan called softly, a complete contract to how horrible he was feeling on the inside. He should have shut up. Troy was currently making that more than clear in his head.

’Just ask them to explain it.’ Maria said lowly. Even she was worried.

"Could you guys explain?" Beth asked, her voice abit hoarse.

"I mean, almost everything I’ve heard about it are gruesome. The pictures online, the reviews beneath them, some books; everything says it’s painful. So please explain. What makes yours different or pleasurable?" She asked looking up to all three of them, the desperation in her eyes couldn’t be mistaken.

Taking a deep breath, Tristan decided to spear-head this part of the conversation.

Besides, if anything, it should be in his shoulders. He thought.

"In BDSM, everything relies on trust. As Masters, we have slaves. Dominants have submissives. We’re Masters or we’ve been Masters for a very long time now, and we’ve only had one slave. But that was before we turned eighteen and she found her mate. Since then we haven’t had any other."

"So what exactly are their roles?" Beth asked without thinking too much.

"Hmmm. You know, it’s probably best you check it out yourself. The thing about it is, it’s better you see it yourself, then ask questions later on things you do not understand. If I explain it to you without you having any legit and unbiased prior knowledge of it, the chances that you’d misunderstand me are through the roof." He said carefully.

The boys looked at her softly, like she was going to break if they didn’t. Their hearts thumped so fast against their ribcage in steady rigorous rhythms.

So far, she was taking it well, and it made them happy, but she being silent was making them sick.

"So your saying I should browse about it?" She asked to clarify, looking up to Tristan.

"Yes. You should. Although, it’s not completely in my place to tell you that most of the things you’d find online not exactly true, but then that’s the truth. You are our fated mate and we’ve waited five years for you, I just need you to trust that we wouldn’t do anything that would remotely hurt you." He said, slowly, his eyes boring into hers as he held her hand in his.

Sighing, she decided to take his word for it.

"Okay. But is there anything I could use to search?" She asked quietly.

"I can send you links that would take you to appropriate websites." Theo offered. "They are blunt and do not sugarcoat anything. Atleast they tell the truth."

Sighing, she looked down at her hands again. One was covered by Tristan’s and the other was now taken by Troy, demanding her attention.

"Bethany, listen. We might have started on the wrong foot, but I’m very sure we haven’t done anything short of your expectation. Like Trist said, this can only work if you trust us, and I need you to know that we are not going to pressure you into doing anything.-"

"-Even If after all your investigations and questions, and you’re still not willing to try; there’s no problem at all. We didn’t pressure you before, we are not pressuring you now, and we would certainly not be pressuring you later. So just know, you’d have us one hundred percent either way, okay?" He said reassuringly, rubbing her hands softly.

"Yeah. I understand." She said nodding softly.

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