Page 91 of Pack Obsession

“You fucking bastard,” Axel murmurs. “Making us listen.”

“I’m on my way out, and I’m coming right there. I need you, Casey.” Nash is panting.

I chuckle, fucking her hard and fast, knowing I can never get enough of her perfect cunt.

With adrenaline coursing through my veins, blood to my cock, and her beautiful cries, I realize that all those years of running, all those careful plans and close calls, were just leading me here—to her. Finally, wonderfully complete.

Epilogue

CASEY

Weeks later

My white-blonde hair falls loose around my shoulders as I lean forward, watching one of my best friends, Danica, demolish her third macaron. The afternoon sun streams through the café’s stained-glass windows, casting rainbow patterns across our corner table.

“Okay, but seriously,” I say, grinning as I pour more tea. “You have to tell me about the moment you realized you were actually going to be a rockstar. Like, the exact moment. How was it?”

Danica laughs, brushing crumbs from her oversized denim jacket. “God, it was surreal. I was literally on stage with the Fever band, convinced I was going to die from embarrassment. Then the crowd roars, and I swear?—”

“You blew them away with your amazing voice,” Kayla interrupts, her black curls shaking and reaching for her cup of tea, smiling. “I always knew you would do amazing.”

“Thank you, love. I never saw myself ending up being the Omega for the biggest band in the country. But here I am, and I swear I’ve never been happier,” Danica points out, reaching foranother treat from the tower of delicacies Axel had arranged. The sweetheart booked the café after my brother found contacts for Danica and Kayla. After calling them to chat, Axel arranged everything for me.

I can’t stop smiling, watching my best friends talking. The whimsical café feels perfect for this reunion—exposed brick walls lined with weathered books, twinkling golden lights, and the soft clink of vintage teacups painted with fairy tale scenes. Even the chandelier above us seems to be listening, its crystal teardrops catching the light.

“I’ve missed this so much,” I say softly. “Missed you.”

Danica reaches across the table, squeezing my hand and Kayla’s. “We’re here now. All of us.”

“Well, almost all of us,” Kayla adds, her voice gentle. She tears a scone in half, offering a part to me. “What about Jess?”

They both stare at me, and I sigh heavily. The warmth of our reunion dims as reality settles back on a major reason I wanted to catch up with them, aside from the fact that I missed them terribly. I wrap my hands around my teacup, drawing strength from its warmth.

“Have either of you heard anything about her?” I ask, though I already know the answer from the way their faces tighten. “Any whispers, any signs? My brother said everyone he talks to has no clue.”

Danica sets down her cup with trembling fingers, all traces of the confident rockstar gone. “I’ve been asking around. Using every connection the band has. Radio silence.”

“Same here,” Kayla’s voice cracks. “My Alphas... they have contacts everywhere, but it’s like she just... disappeared.”

The fairy lights above us seem dimmer now, the whimsical setting a stark contrast to the heaviness in our hearts. I close my eyes, fighting back the memory that’s haunted me since the bus crash.

“That’s what worries me,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

Danica clears her throat. “After the bus crash, everything went chaos... but I saw her. One of the Nexus enforcers grabbed her.”

Kayla’s hand flies to her mouth. “No...”

My stomach knots hard.

“He was huge, even for an enforcer.” She leans forward. “I think she was taken by Nexus.”

“Shit,” I breathe while Kayla’s face drains of color. “You think Nexus actually has her?”

Danica’s mouth pinches tight, her jaw set in that familiar way that means she’s ready for war. “Yes, and we have to find a way to get her out.”

“Unless...” Kayla starts, then stops, looking sick.

“Unless what?” I ask.

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