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I can see how each of us will give something different to Harlow. Carver’s strength, Oliver’s charm, Asher’s steadiness, my leadership.

All of it together is the perfect recipe for our omega.

We are the perfect pack.

A soft laugh drifts from down the hall as Harlow and Jagger talk. All four of us turn toward the sound, drawn to her like moths to flame.

“Jagger was supposed to give her some time, but he insisted on going back to her.”

“He loves her,” Asher tells me.

I lean against the counter, watching my pack members process everything, when tiny feet thunder down the hallway.

“Uncle Kai!” Jagger bursts into the kitchen, his cheeks flushed. “Harlow said she needs some time alone. Her belly hurts real bad.She keeps holding it like this.” He wraps his arms around his middle, demonstrating and groaning.

“Is that so, buddy?” I ruffle his hair.

“Yep, and then she went to take a shower ‘cause she said she feels icky.”

The doorbell chimes and my mother sweeps in, her silver-streaked hair pulled back in an elegant knot. “There’s my favorite grandson!”

“Granny!” Jagger launches himself at her.

She scoops him up. “Ready for Disneyland tomorrow? Your grandpas are so excited to take you.”

His eyes go wide. “All of them?”

“Yes, sweetie. The whole pack wants to spoil you rotten. And you’re staying over tonight!”

“I know. I’m already packed!” He wiggles free and races toward his room.

Mom’s eyes soften as she looks at each of us. “Remember boys, treat her right and she’ll stay forever. I never got alphas for my pre-heat, but your fathers gave me the most perfect heat—I’ll remember it until the day I die.” She touches my cheek. “Hold her first. Let her feel she has some control.”

We exchange glances, knowing she’s right.

Jagger thunders back in with his Batman backpack. He throws himself at each of us for hugs. When he reaches Carver, the tough alpha hesitates before wrapping his arms around my boy.

And then I see it. Something in Carver’s expression shifts, softens, as Jagger squeezes him tight.

Chapter 22

Harlow

My perfume is powerful, I can smell it, and I can feel how my body reacts when they’re all near to me. I feel different. Like my omega is picking up on her alphas being around her.

I know they’re all here. I sense the difference. It’s like it was in the hospital.

More than anything, I feel how my pussy clenches at the thought of them…the thought of their knots.

I purr, the sound still alien to my ears. But I don’t fight it anymore. I finally understand and know my omega has perked up in a way my alphanever did.

It makes sense now—I was never an alpha. And as I never had alpha tendencies or needs, I’m surprised I never believed one single person who thought I was an omega.

I inhale my alpha’s scent as it lingers on my forearm.

The whole time I read to Jagger I could smell the place Kai touched me, and now it’s caused an ache in my lower stomach and also between my legs that I need to dampen.

My skin feels tingly as I strip out of the itchy fabric and turn on the shower.

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