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Her mouth opens on a gasp and her eyes flare wide as she shatters again with a silent scream. Her muscles tighten around my dick, making me spill into her yet again.

I groan into her neck and wrap my arms around her as we ride out the waves of our shared ecstasy. As the aftershocks subside, I lave my tongue over the mark to soothe the sting. She hums, her hands stroking lazily up and down my back, basking in the afterglow of our bonding.

I look down at her beautiful face, loving the dazed, sated look. “I love you, Mira. More than life, more than air. You're my everything.”

She smiles up at me, her eyes shining with tears of joy, her love for me radiating through our bond like the warmest sunlight. “And you're mine, Cole. My mate, my heart, my forever.”

In our nest, surrounded by our pack, tied to my perfect mate, I've found a peace and happiness I never knew existed.

This is where I belong. With her. With my pack. With our perfect, fated bond.

Forever.

Chapter Forty-Seven

Mira

The morning sun warms my face as I sit at our usual outdoor table at Café Lumière. I can hardly believe I’m sitting out in the open. Adrian's cedar scent cocoons me, giving off light hints of smoky goodness as he slides another croissant onto my plate, while Zane adds more fresh berries to my bowl. Cole's steady presence at my back, his hand occasionally stroking my shoulder, makes me feel safe enough topeople-watch.

“Eat, Sweetness,” Cole murmurs, his fingers threading through my hair in a way that makes me want to purr. “You barely touched your eggs.” His concern flows through our bond, warm and steady like his pine scent.

“I'm saving room for thepain au chocolat,” I tell him, leaning into his touch. Their steady love washes through the bond, steady and constant, three distinct flavors of devotion that mix together into a perfect harmony of belonging.

“Then have both,” Zane grins, already signaling the waiter. “You're still too thin. Besides, what kind of alphas would we be if we didn't spoil our omega rotten?”

They do spoil me. Constantly. Completely. In ways I never could have imagined. Every day brings new surprises. Little gifts appearing on my pillow, spontaneous outings, endless affection and attention. Just yesterday, Adrian brought home a first edition of my favorite childhood book, simply because I mentioned it in passing. Last week, Cole surprised me with tubs of lilacs in our garden on top of the roof, which has become my third favorite place right after my nest and Adrian's home-office library. And Zane... well, Zane’s life's mission is to make me smile at least once every hour.

This life I'm living now is surreal in its perfection. The absolute security of knowing I am loved beyond measure was inconceivable once upon a time. Even before Haven, before the horror, I never dreamed of having something like this. My life with my parents was good—loving, secure, happy—but it wasn't this. This all-encompassing love, this acute belonging, this certainty that I am exactly where I'm meant to be.

But I was beta then.

I am omega now.

A pang of sadness hits me. My parents would have loved to see me so happy. Mom would have adored how Adrian fusses over my reading collection, always making sure I have the perfect lighting and comfortable pillows. She would have appreciated how Cole makes sure I eat properly, probably sharing recipes with him in the kitchen. And Zane... Mom would have laughed at his jokes, encouraged his playfulness. Dad would have respected Adrian's protective nature,bonded with Cole over their shared love of strategy games, and probably tried to out-joke Zane at every opportunity.

“What's wrong, Little One?” Cole's voice cuts through my thoughts, his brow furrowing with immediate concern.

I shake my head, not wanting to cast any shadows over this perfect morning. The sun is warm, the coffee is hot, and I'm surrounded by more love than I ever thought possible. “Nothing, really. Just thinking about my parents. Wishing they could see how happy I am now. How well you all take care of me.”

“Ah yes.” Zane waggles his eyebrows in an exaggerated manner, looking absolutely ridiculous. “Though maybe nottoohappy. Some things parents don't need to see, if you know what I mean.” He gives me a wink that's so over-the-top it makes me snort with laughter. “Like how thoroughly we worship you in that big nest of ours...”

Heat rises in my cheeks as a different heat stirs to life between my thighs. In Zane’s words, they had thoroughly worshipped me this morning, so much so we were nearly late getting here. Three pairs of hands, three mouths, three bodies devoted to my pleasure... I'd hate to think I might have missed finding my friends because I couldn't keep my hands to myself. How I want them on my body again as fast as I can get them.

“Whatever you're thinking right now, the answer is yes,” Cole groans.

I squirm in my seat, their heated gazes on me. The bond leaves no room for guessing what they want too.

My thoughts drift to our nest. I've continued adding to it over the past weeks, weaving in new blankets and fairy lights, incorporating pieces of all of us until it's become a perfect reflection of our bond. The soft textures, the mingled scents, the twinkling lights that cast everything in gentle gold... it's where I’m most complete, most loved, most free.

And judging by the way my alphas are looking at me now, that's exactly where we'll be spending our afternoon.

“After we see if Emma and Leah saw my advertisement,” I remind them firmly, though my resolve wavers as Zane's foot brushes against my ankle under the table.

“Of course, Baby Girl. We have all afternoon. Tonight. Tomorrow morning and every day next week.” Zane’s grin promises delicious things to come.

I take a sip of my coffee, trying to cool my heated cheeks. These alphas will be the death of me.

But what a wonderful way to go.

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