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No, the thought sends a thrill down my spine.

Probably because she’s ours now in every sense of the word.

The bond between us strengthens with each shared heartbeat and it’s almost tangible now. A love that wraps around us like an invisible thread binding our souls together and it is so very real.

Harlow sighs contentedly as she sends love radiating back to us. She inhales again. her nostrils flaring as she grabs my wrist. “Rum!”

She takes Oliver’s and Parker’s wrists next, pushing her nose against their skin. “Rum–”

Tears track down her cheeks. “You all have rum now.” She turns and looks at Carver. “I thought you were my only true scent match.”

He smiles. “It was always there, you just needed them to prove how much they wanted you. And now they have by claiming you.”

“Thank you.” She looks from one alpha to another.

My heart pounds at what this means.

“No, thank you.” Parker holds her as Carver wipes a rare tear from his eye. Oliver stares at her, and me.

I’m in awe.

And at this moment, nothing else exists—just our fully scent matched pack.

My heart swells as I gaze down at her, Harlow. My omega, the one who brings out not just my protective instincts but also an undeniable sense of belonging.

An omega that my pack has longed for.

Chapter 32

Harlow

One Week later

I stand in front of the mirror, smoothing down my new navy pencil skirt. The fabric hugs my curves, that I’ve finally stopped trying to hide. How can I hide them when my alphas love them?

“Got everything?” Parker peers around the bedroom door, coffee mug in hand.

“Almost.” I grab my briefcase, triple-checking I have everything for my first day at the new firm. “I’ll see you downstairs.”

In the kitchen, Oliver slides a plate of eggs across the counter. “Eat. You’ll need your strength.”

“I’m not joining the marines?” I arch an eyebrow, but sitdown anyway.

“Here.” Carver places a small canister next to my plate. “Pepper spray. Remember that wrist lock I taught you?”

I nearly choke on my eggs, laughing. “I’m working with Gerard Hoskins. He’s pushing sixty and wears bow ties.”

Parker growls, pulling my back against his chest. His lips find my neck. He lowers his mouth until he licks over my claiming mark. I squeeze my thighs together.

Not now. I have a job to do.

“Stop!” I squirm away, giggling. “You’ll wrinkle my suit!”

“Don’t worry about these overprotective fools.” Asher leans against the doorframe. A piece of toast in his hand. He takes a bite. “I’ll drive you to work, and then I’ll take you to lunch, and bring you home.”

“Look who’s talking about being overprotective,” Oliver snorts.

Asher grins. “Well, lunch might involve eating more than food...”

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