Page 139 of Puck & Her Blades

“Happy Christmas!” Zev pushes a large bag of presents toward me across the rug. It’s wrapped in more glossy ribbons than I’ve ever seen. “Come on, start ripping and tearing. I know that Jackson puts on military levels of Scotch Tape but I have faith that you’re up to the challenge of getting into your Christmas presents. These are from all of us, love.”

Even though I’m cold, only dressed in flannel pajamas and thick, woolly socks against the winter morning, his words warm me.

I never thought that I’d experience a Christmas like this, cuddled with my pack.

I feel blessed.

Zev sprawls next to Jackson in front of the roaring fire in the Omega Cottage.

The open fire spits and crackles.

Snow swirls lazily outside the wide windows, which are patterned with frost in the early morning. It feels like we’re caught in our own winter wonderland, and it’s one that I don’t ever want to leave.

My nose scrunches up at the scent of creamy hot chocolate with melted marshmallows, which we’ve just drunk. Cygnus made it for us all from his special recipe with a dash of cinnamon.

Cygnus is laid out on the couch.

His blond and violet curls are haloed around his head like he’s an angel.

I smile, settling more firmly against Asher, who’s sitting with his arms around me.

My left leg aches, made worse from the cold. When Asher notices my forehead scrunching in pain and how I’m rubbing at my leg, Asher massages it for me, instead.

Of course, the morning is made more special because these men of mine are all dressed up in matching sexy elf costumes out of green leather, which are deliciously tight in the right places, complete with floppy hats.

NAUGHTY ELF is embroidered over their asses.

I stared at them in shock, as they trailed into my cottage earlier, shaking the snow off their boots, as the bells on the end of them jingled.

I had no idea how Jackson was still able to look so commanding.

“Four naughty elves,” I said with my hands on my hips. “Did Santa kick you off his sleigh?”

Jackson snorted and almost smiled.

Cygnus pouted. “Yes, isn’t he mean? Plus, it’s snowing outside. Will you let us stay?”

He fluttered his eyelashes.

I tried hard not to laugh. “How can I say no to that? Come in from the cold, adorable elves. Behave.”

“Why would you want us to?” Zev gestured down to his crotch, where his NAUGHTY ELF is embroidered, instead of over his ass. “Bad elves are so much more fun.”

The outfits looked like the perfect mix of Zev’s rock leather style, Cygnus’ adorableness, and Asher’s sense of fun.

How the hell did they get Jackson to go along with it though?

If I needed evidence of how much our Chief Alpha loves us, his wearing this outfit is proof enough.

Jackson rolled his eyes. “Can we just pretend that we’re not dressed up like this, please?”

“Why?” I reached up to trace my fingers along his cheek. “I love that you’ve done this for me. I know that it’s not a comfortable or typical thing for you, right? So, thank you.”

He gave me a searching look, before he nodded.

“Why would we want to pretend?” Asher bounced on his toes, hyperactive. “We’re going to make this an awesome day for Puck. You love these outfits really, right?”

I should have known.

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