Page 101 of Pack Plus Three

Several times over my life, I’d imagine coming out of the shower and finding an omega in my bedroom. What alpha didn’t dream of that? I was a lucky bastard and, for the briefest period of time, I did have an omega, but that particular fantasy had never been fulfilled.

The reality was vastly different from the fantasy.

After a long day, I came straight home and went right into the shower. I always felt grimy after being in the office all day, and I just wanted a clean body and fresh clothes. Spending the day in a monkey suit, in a tiny office pushing out paperwork tended to lead to sweat and discomfort. I despised that I had to return to work and miss little moments with the twins. The girls were now over eight weeks old and getting bigger by the day.

So when I came out of the shower and found Daisy rummaging around in my laundry basket, I was confused. She was hunched over, picking up every single piece of my dirty laundry, sniffing it and distributing it into one of two piles while muttering to herself.

“Is everything okay here?” I asked, the sheer oddity of seeing her inspecting my laundry hamper gave me pause.

“I need something that smells like you,” she growled, her eyes never leaving the laundry basket she was clawing through. Her face was pinched, and she clearly wasn’t happy.

Why did she need something that smelled like me? She was bonded to Jeremy and Devon, so she needed their scents, not mine.

“Don’t you want something that smells like Jeremy?” I asked. The only thing covering my junk was the towel wrapped around my waist, and I probably should have been clothed when dealing with the grumpy omega.

“No!” She whirled to face me, her expression furious. “No! I need all your scents.” She growled, lifting another dirty T-shirt up to her nose and inhaling deeply. A contented noise slipped from her lips and she kept the T-shirt firmly in her grip.

“Where’s Jeremy?” I asked, doing my best to keep my voice level. I took another step toward her, and the scent hit me at full force.

Apples and brown sugar.

It was her usual scent, but amplified many, many times over.

She was going into heat.

It was time. We knew that her post-pregnancy heat could come anywhere from seven to nine weeks postpartum. We had already discussed how we would handle it. Two of us would remain with Daisy at all times and we would swap regularly so someone could care for the babies.

“Daisy, sweetheart. Do you know what’s going on?”

“What’s going on is I need your fucking scent!” she snarled.

“Why do you need my scent?” I asked gently.

“For my nest! My nest doesn’t smell like my alphas, and I don’t like it!” Her voice wobbled, and tears gathered in the corner of her eyes.

She was nesting. A small part of me wanted to rejoice. When an omega was nesting, she would seek out the scents of her bonded alphas. I wasn’t bonded to Daisy yet, even though I desperately wanted to be, but she still wanted my scent in her nest.

We would be bonded soon. Realistically, I had known it was coming, but now that she was going into heat, it felt that much more real and that much more exciting.

“Take anything you want, omega,” I said, enjoying the way her eyes lit up at being called omega.

She grabbed a few items of my clothing and dashed out of the room. I stared after her for a moment, trying to decide if I should follow her or get dressed first.

If she was going straight into a full blown heat, then clothing really wasn’t going to be useful. Or she could simply be in preheat and getting needy. Ultimately, I grabbed the first pair of gym shorts I could find and threw them on, not even bothering with underwear before I hastened to the nest.

Judging by the way her nest was filled with various items of clothing, I wasn’t her first stop. It looked like she had obtained everybody’s laundry baskets and added the contents onto the nest. She sat in the middle of the chaos, neatly rearranging all the items with a small smile on her face. Her scent saturated the room.

The door to the small connecting room opened and Jeremy walked out. Upon seeing me, he beamed. “Looks like it’s go time. I just moved the girls’ crib into the adjoining room so they wouldn’t be here for everything.”

I nodded. “Do you remember what we’ve discussed? Is everything set up?”

Jeremy nodded. “Yep, I already called, and all of our food for the next two weeks will be delivered to the house shortly. Both bedside tables are chock full of energy drinks, water and sports drinks so she’ll be hydrated.”

“I can hear you guys talking about me,” Daisy growled from the nest.

“We’re just making sure everything is ready,” Jeremy soothed.

“Alpha,” she whined. “It’s hurting!” She threw a T-shirt that had clearly offended her out of the nest with a huff.

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