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“This isn’t over,” she spits, her composure finally cracking completely. “You’ll regret this. All of you!”

The elevator doors slide open, and I usher her inside, following to ensure she actually leaves. As the doors close, Icatch a last glimpse of Thorne with his arm around Freya, Miller standing protectively at her other side, both purring against her head, soothing her. And Stone nestled safely between them all.

My pack.

My decision is now so obvious. Protecting what we’ve built is all that matters.

The job title, the department, the daily routine. It’s all secondary to the family waiting for me when this elevator rises again.

“You don’t know what you’ve lost,” Maya seethes as we descend. “Look at me.” She points her finger and circles her face and then scans it down her body.

I don’t think of Maya at this moment, though she wants me to. I think about lung capacity and burning buildings to desk jobs and where I need to be. Then I think of beach walks and pancake breakfasts and the people upstairs.

I think about her—my omega—my Freya.

“Actually,” I breathe, “I know exactly what I’ve found.”

Chapter 31

Freya

I’m nestled in Miller’sneck, breathing in his scent, memorizing it like I do with all my favorite recipes. There’s nothing quite like this feeling—being surrounded by my three men, safe, and content in our shared bed.

I no longer share a bedroom with Zane. I moved into this room a week ago.

My pack had a bedroom all ready and waiting for their omega. The nest is jam-packed with blankets and cushions and large enough for four people. My favorite fabrics are their dirty clothes, cotton sheets and a few soft blankets. My needs are very simple.

The room is small and cute, and I’ve never really appreciated that I liked my apartment because of the coziness it brought.

I struggled with leaving Zane’s room, not that I should have because he now spends every night sleeping with me.

Miller works a shift pattern and Thorne works into the night, so I get to stretch out now and again. Though, I think I prefer them surrounding me—like they are right now.

Miller’s fingers trace lazy patterns on my back while Zane’s leg is thrown over mine, anchoring me.

“Freya,” Thorne’s voice rumbles, pulling me from my nap.

I don’t move, just mumble into Miller’s skin. “Five more minutes of cuddling.”

Miller’s chest vibrates with laughter beneath me. “See what he has for you, sweetheart.”

Reluctantly, I lift my head to see Thorne holding Stone in one arm while holding out an envelope with the other. Official-looking, with that thick paper that screams that it has an important document inside.

“What’s that?” I ask, sitting up and tugging the sheet to cover myself.

“Open it,” is all he says, those green eyes watching me intently.

I take the envelope, my fingers suddenly clumsy. When I pull out the papers inside, my breath catches. Business registration documents. For a bakery. A bakery with my name listed as co-owner alongside my three alphas.

“Is this—” I can’t even finish the sentence.

“We were thinking about the name,” Miller says, propping himself up on his elbow. “Wanted to ask if you had any ideas before we ordered the sign.”

My mind races.

“La Petite Rose?” I suggest. “It’s a nod to my grandmother and my father who believed in me, and also because I’m thinking I can rebrand and buy pretty pink pastry boxes and make rose-flavored macarons. Or is that too cliché?”

“La Petite Rose,” Zane repeats, testing the name. “It suits you.”

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