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And then Asher shudders as he releases his seed inside me.

I’m so spent I collapse onto his chest and bury my face inhis neck.

“Don’t move. Let me hold you.” His arms wrap around me, and I feel like the happiest fucking omega in the world right now.

“I won’t.” Not only because I want this moment with him, but… “Your knot is so swollen I doubt it’ll ever release me.”

He laughs, his arms holding me tighter as the nest dips as more bodies join us.

A hand rubs my back as lips press a kiss against my shoulder.

“Thank you,” I murmur. My eyes feel so heavy I'm finding it hard to open them. "I need a little sleep before we do more."

“Thank you for wanting us,” Parker says. His voice thick with emotion.

“Oh I want you. I want you all so much it hurts my heart.”

Chapter 24

Asher

The scent of pineapple and coconut fills my office as Parker paces, anxiety rolling off him in waves.

Through the window, I watch Harlow chase Jagger around the garden while Oliver pretends to be a monster. Her laughter carries through the glass, making me smile.

Mrs. Jenkins clears her throat. “I see your omega is settling in well.”

“Did you think we were lying to you?” I lean back in my chair, studying her carefully.

“What I think isn’t important.” She shuffles papers in her lap. “But Jake is building a case that Miss Foster is actually an alpha, and your pack arrangement and her being an omega is fabricated to win custody of the child.”

“Good.” I can’t help but smile. Remembering Harlow’s pussy clenched around my knot, proving she’s purely an omega. “That will make him look foolish in court.”

Parker stops pacing, his jaw tight. “I need to tell you about the threat.”

“What threat?” Mrs. Jenkins’s pen hovers over her notepad.

Outside, Jagger’s squeal of delight draws our attention. Harlow has him in her arms, tickling him while Oliver makes silly faces. The sight loosens something in my chest. No court could look at this and see anything but a genuine family.

“Just before Harlow’s pre-heat started.” Parker braces his hands on my desk. “Jake called. Said he’d expose our ‘fake pack’ unless I dropped the custody case.”

Mrs. Jenkins scribbles furiously. “Direct threats against the pack will not help his case. And they are unfounded, considering your pack is making steps to be legally bound.”

I hold my breath as Harlow steps through the French doors, her dark hair tousled from playing outside. The sweet vanilla in her scent mingles with mine, making my fingers twitch with the need to touch her.

She gravitates toward me without hesitation, her small hand sliding into mine. The contact sends electricity through my body, and I have to resist pulling her closer.

“So, now about the legal bonding,” Mrs. Jenkins says, watching us, clicking her pen. “Have you set the wheels in motion?”

“For the paperwork, yes,” Parker says, he glances at Harlow. “We should have the paperwork submitted very soon.”

“And claiming. You know that is more important than the paperwork. It might hold more weight in the court,” she pushes.

Parker shakes his head. “We’re not rushing anything. Harlow needs time to adjust.”

I catch the slight drop in Harlow’s shoulders, feel her fingers loosen in mine. My thumb traces circles on her palm, trying to soothe her disappointment.

Does our omega need to be claimed?

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