Page 117 of Packed Up In Vegas

“Drive home faster so we can all have omega time,” Diego told him.

They discussed the potential parentage the entire way home, placing bets on each other. They were all pretty sure Miles was the father of one of the twins, but were split between Kai and Diego for the other. I had no preference, nor any real idea of which of them had a better chance than the others.

Once we were in the nest, Amir held the envelope aloft. “Bets are in. Let’s see who’s right and who’s going to have an empty wallet.”

I waited in a pile with my other alphas while Amir perused the document the doctor had given us.

“Well, we were definitely all right about Miles.”

Kai and Diego whooped with joy, jostling Miles around and congratulating him on his virility while my shy alpha blushed red as a beet. Miles kissed me until my toes curled, his hand settling on my belly, soft affection sliding through the bond from him.

“Who’s number two?” Kai asked.

“So impatient,” Amir tutted. “Maybe you should just wait a while.”

“Or we could toss you in the pool and read the name ourselves,” Diego said with a laugh.

Amir rolled his eyes. “Don’t be like that when you and I are the bet winners.”

“Shut up!” Diego sat bolt upright. “Are you serious?”

“Mhmm.” Amir held out the paper and Diego grabbed it, staring at the words printed there like he couldn’t believe it.

“Holy shit.” He turned to me, his eyes wide and full of reverence, pure delight cascading through the bond. “Precious, you’re having my baby.”

“You bet your ass I am.” I grinned. “Now show me how happy you are about it.”

Diego practically jumped on me, peppering my face with kisses while I shrieked with laughter. All the alphas curled around me. There was a hint of disappointment from Kai, but it was mostly eclipsed by genuine happiness. The twins would have all of them as fathers regardless of biological parentage, and I knew they’d all love the babies no matter what.

Kai’s kiss was softer than the others, a quiet sweetness, and then he whispered against my lips, “You’re going to be the most beautiful mother, little dove.”

I beamed at him.

Amir caught my gaze, steady contentment thrumming down the bond from him. “Everyone quit hogging. I need to kiss our omega.”

Between all of their joy and my own, I was floating on cloud nine. We had babies on the way, I had a pack that adored me, and I’d never felt this much love in my entire life.

My phone rang, startling all of us, and the LAPD flashed across my screen. I answered. “Hello?”

“Hello, this is Detective Jones. I’m looking for Miss Price?”

“That’s me.” I confirmed my full name and birthday for him.

“I’m calling to inform you that arrests were made on two cases pertaining to you.”

I sat up sharply. “Oh?”

“Mr. Jerry McIntosh has been taken into custody for bank fraud, in addition to multiple other crimes that were reported to us by an investigator working for your pack. And Katrina Winston has been taken into custody for identity theft.”

Oh, shit. “Thank you so much for telling me. Do I have to do anything?”

“Not at this time. This is a courtesy call only.”

I was vibrating by the time we hung up and immediately spilled the news to my pack.

“Good riddance to both of them,” Amir snapped. “Those two deserved each other.”

The rest of the pack murmured agreements. I hadn’t necessarily wanted either of them to be arrested, but it sounded like Jerry had been up to no good outside of fucking me over. Probably better for the world that he wasn’t allowed to run free.

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