Page 47 of Pack Plus Three

“Nate already dislikes me enough. I think if I go stealing his bath bombs, he may actually revolt... What on earth is in your arms?”

Jeremy’s face lit up. “It's a present for you. Actually, I don't know if you’d consider it a present. It's secondhand, but I did wash it!”

I couldn't help laughing. “Jeremy, you've seen where I live. I can handle secondhand items.”

“This belonged to my sister. She said it was absolutely amazing during the later months of her pregnancy.” He strode into the room and threw the pillow onto the bed, arranging it. It was like a gigantic stuffed pool noodle in the shape of a U.

“A pregnancy pillow!” I cried happily.

“You mentioned one before, and I've been meaning to get you one. I will get you one of your own, but for tonight, I thought my sister’s would do. I've washed it and sprayed it down with the de-scenter, so it doesn’t smell like anything.”

My chest fluttered at his thoughtfulness. “You didn't have to do that, but thank you so much. Also, you don't need to get me a new one. This is more than perfect!” I squealed happily, crawling onto the bed and wrapping myself around the pillow. I gently pushed part of it under my bump as I lay on my side, throwing one of my legs over the pillow. “Holy crap, this is actually amazing,” I muttered, melting into the bed sheets.

“I'm glad you like it.” Jeremy smiled, grabbing the comforter and placing it over me before sitting on the edge of the bed. “Do you want me to leave the door open? Gilbert tends to wander around at night.”

I smiled lazily. “I'm down for puppy dog cuddles anytime.” Between the shower and the new pillow, every part of my body felt relaxed. When had I last been this comfortable?

It was beginning to feel like every time Jeremy opened his mouth, he did something thoughtful and kind and sweet, and I was going to fall madly in love with this man. How could I not? Even with my many bad experiences, he was making me feel special, cared for.

“The next time Gilbert comes in from a walk and is covered head to toe in mud, I’ll remember you said that you're up for cuddles anytime.”

“Okay, I'm down for doggy cuddles anytime, within reason.”

“I'll leave the door open, then. My bedroom is just down the hall. If you need me, don't be afraid to bug me.” He leaned down, gently kissing my forehead, his thumb rubbing over my cheek gently. I melted into his touch. “I know the reason behind you being here isn't a positive one, but I can't deny that I'm glad you're here with me. I like having you here with us—you suit this place well.”

“This room is stunning. Your future omega is very lucky.”

Jeremy snorted lightly and I frowned. “What did I say?”

“My future omega—you mean yourself? Because if I haven't made it clear enough that you're the only one for me, then I really need to up my game.”

My eyes widened. While he had made several declarations before, I hadn't really believed them. Also, I was kind of terrified what upping his game meant. The man had already done so much for me.

“But . . .”

“No buts, sweet girl. Devon and I are on the same page. The only thing you need to do is sit back, relax, and take it easy until the little one comes along.” Bending over, he gently brushed my lips with his for a moment, his hand sliding to the nape of my neck to hold me in place.

After a few seconds, he pulled away, looking pained when I let out a small whine.

“Why did you stop?”

“I need to go back to my room. I only have so much willpower. If I hadn’t stopped, I would have crawled into bed and kept you in my arms all night.”

“Oh no, the horror,” I deadpanned, making him laugh loudly.

“Sleep, trouble. I’m not crawling into bed with you on your first night in our packhouse.” He kissed my forehead once again before standing up.

“So, that’s a tomorrow thing?” I mumbled sleepily. “I’ll mark my calendar.”

“You’re trouble.” He laughed, looking back at me from the doorway. “Totally worth it, though.”

Chapter 21

Nate

My phone had been ringing off the hook, but work had been so damn intense that, I threw my phone onto the back seat the moment I got into my car and ignored its incessant buzzing.

If my pack needed to get in touch with me, they could damn well wait until I was home. Sitting in my car on the boring drive home was the first moment of peace I’d had in almost two days. Every time I had sat down to even eat a bite of my sandwich, I had been distracted by depositions, phone calls from prosecutors, or some other dumpster fire.

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