Page 114 of Packed Up In Vegas

Miles noticed I was awake and abandoned the lasagna he was eating. None of them had gone far, all of my alphas relaxing in the bed in the penthouse and eating while I had worked my way back toward consciousness.

“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry.”

“For what?” I stretched, groaning as my muscles protested the movement.

“I didn’t get to say I loved you before I bonded you, and I did that without permission. I didn’t mean to.”

I tugged him until he stretched out next to me so I could snuggle into his arms and rest my head on his chest. “You can’t help a rut.”

“I know, but I should’ve told you I wanted to bond you before all this happened. I got too anxious and the words wouldn’t come out.”

“I like having a bond with you.” I tapped his chest. “You don’t feel anxious to me.”

Miles chuckled. “Hard to be anxious about something when I can feel all that love coming from you.”

I purred happily. “You don’t need to worry about not telling me the words. I feel them.”

Miles hooked his fingers under my chin and tilted my face up. “I’m saying them anyway. You deserve to have my honesty, and I love you so fucking much. I used to think people were ridiculous when they talked about the instant bond they felt with their scent-matched omega, but I don’t anymore. You were everything we needed, and I hope we’re everything you need, too.”

I brought his wrist to my lips and kissed the bite mark that was still healing there. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. I love you too, Miles. I’m really glad you lost control and now we’re all together forever.”

He gave a broken laugh and the others gathered around us.

“You need to eat,” insisted Amir.

“Chewing feels like work,” I lamented.

Diego chuckled. “That’s probably because you spent a long-ass time trying to suck Miles’s soul out his cock. Any jaw would be tired after that.”

I burst into giggles and my alphas helped me sit, Amir sliding a straw between my lips.

“Drink,” he ordered.

It was thick and chocolatey, with a slight aftertaste of protein powder.

“No chewing required,” Kai said as he pressed a kiss to my hair.

I sucked down the entire concoction, ravenous the moment the liquid touched my tongue. I lounged like true royalty while they plied me with drinks and blended soup to help restore my energy.

Once I’d inhaled a bit of food and water, they let me sleep, which I did, like the dead, for about sixteen hours. When I woke, I felt like the raisin version of myself and gratefully accepted a bottle of fruit punch electrolytes from Amir to plump me back up.

Not a moment passed where I wasn’t being touched by at least one of my alphas. Between naps and meals provided by the hotel, I barely had to move during my three days of recovery post-heat.

A knock at the door had me drowsily turning my attention toward it, and Kai pulled on a robe to answer. “Hey, Luke. What’s up?”

“All the funds are cleared, and management wanted me to give you these.” He passed over some manila envelopes.

“Contract dissolutions?” Kai asked.

“You bet.” He glanced past Kai toward me, where I was luxuriously draped with a super soft blanket. “How are you holding up, little lady?”

I lifted a hand to give him a thumbs-up.

Luke laughed. “Are you guys going to go ahead with the new company now that you have the money?”

“We have to talk about it more,” said Kai, “but that was the plan if we hit this threshold.”

“Kickass.” Luke beamed. “Hit me up as soon as you’re ready.”

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