Page 554 of Omega for the Pack

“Is that really necessary?” I said.

“Why? Are you upset with your alphas?”

“No,” I said quickly, even though that was the true reason. “No wonder the house is suspiciously extra clean today and smelling nice.”

“Are you saying it was stinky before?” she asked, looking affronted.

“No, Mom,” I said, and she laughed.

“Anyways, I just wanted to let you know so you can put on something decent to wear,” she said, looking at my casual attire of leggings and a shirt.

“Fine, I’ll get dressed,” I said, feeling tired after watching a movie with the pack. “I’m so tired, though.”

“I know, darling. It comes with pregnancy,” she said, her eyes glowing as she gazed at my stomach. “I absolutely can’t wait to be a grandma.”

“I know,” I said, grinning.

“Wear the pink dress,” she said hurriedly on her way out.

I sighed as I walked to my closest. Dinner with my fathers and my alphas sounded nice, but I didn’t like how Sergio was trying to get rid of me so early. It wasn’t even eight p.m., forgoodness sake. Picking out the dress I wanted to wear, I draped it over my bed so I could straighten my hair.

While I straightened my hair, I heard the low rumble of voices and laughter coming from downstairs. A feeling of tranquility settled over me at the sound. I liked it when my alphas bonded with my parents. Over the days, my dads had become more trusting of the alphas, especially after the incident with Brett.

When I put on the dress, I was glad it didn’t fit too awkwardly over my small belly. The blush-colored dress clung to my body, and my hair was fanned down my shoulders. I had light pink lip gloss and eyeliner for a clean look.

It was simple but formal enough for a big family dinner.

I went downstairsto find my mom sitting in the living room, watching a cooking show on her own.

“Where’s everyone?” I asked, and she sent off a quick text before turning to me. “Mom, what’s going on? Are they in the car?”

“Yes, they’re waiting outside,” she said, walking to the back door towards our backyard.

“Did they park in the back?” I asked. I was so confused as I walked in my heels, following my mother outside. I gasped when I saw what was waiting outside. Each step towards the pavilion was adorned with candlelit lanterns, casting a warm and inviting glow along the way. “What the heck?”

“I’m glad you like it,” giggled my mother as she led the way. As I approached, it looked like a fairy tale. The wooden beams were entwined with strings of twinkling fairy lights, casting a magical shimmer across the backyard.

My alphas, dressed in suits, stood around the central table, which was adorned with an exquisite display—a crystal vase overflowing with fresh blooms, their petals kissed by the glowing sunset in the sky. My fathers were throwing a white fabric over a canopy in the middle of work when we arrived.

“Ah, she’s here early,” said my dad, Bruce, and they struggled to finish up the project. When they were finished, the white fabric cascaded with grace.

Evan pulled a chair out for me as I approached, and I smiled, feeling like a queen.

“What an amazing surprise,” I said, looking around at my family and the alphas who were grinning at me. “I never expected this.”

“Anything for you, daughter,” said Caleb gruffly. Then he winked at Sergio. “Enjoy your romantic dinner.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Sergio, his voice laced with nervousness, and I started to wonder why. Looking at the table, I saw four plates of food prepared for us. Shrimp and steak covered the plate, along with vegetables on the side. My mom had gone all out, cooking a spectacular meal for us.

“Wow, Mom, thank you,” I said, smiling as I sat down. “Aren’t you guys going to eat?”

“We will go inside,” she said, grabbing both of her husbands’ hands. “We’ll see you in a little bit.”

After they left, my alphas were in high spirits as we ate. I even forgot my little argument with Sergio during dinner.

“Did you guys organize this with my dads?” I asked curiously. “How did this happen?”

“I thought you’d feel more comfortable here than at some fancy restaurant for what I’m about to ask,” said Sergio.

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