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A jacket.

A brand new jacket that’s never been worn by anyone else before.

It’s a soft suede like material with a thick faux fur collar and hood. The cuffs are the same faux fur pink coloring. It looks so warm and has tags on it. Because it’s new! Bringing it to my nose, I sniff it.

It doesn’t smell like anyone else.

It’s just forme.

“I saw your jacket had a rip in it. You did a pretty embroidery on it, but I wanted you to have something that you didn’t have to make beautiful. I wanted you to have something new. That was beautiful for you.” He seems concerned, like he doesn’t understand how nice this is.

“I’ve never had a new coat before.” I whisper, running my face over the soft fur, “Thank you, Alpha.”

He gulps at the nickname. His hand tugging at his hair again as he stands up. He’s uncomfortable with the nickname, but maybe we can work our way there.

As much as I want to fawn over the jacket, I lay it down next to the tumbler.

“Do you want to come into my nest?” His eyes widen and I don’t give him the chance to tell me he isn’t worth it.

I want him in there with me.

Standing up I move the few steps before sliding into the soft material. I reach for his hand and tug him in with me. Now it’s my turn to be nervous about something.

Vaughn wraps an arm around me, laying down in the cushions, and dragging a heavy blanket over us. My legs tangle with his as we fit together.

“I don’t think we told you how perfect your nest is, Clover. It’s so comfortable and soft. All the colors are beautiful. You’re so good, cherry girl.”

My face buries into his chest as I hide the smile that is blooming across my face.

I built a good nest.

I made an Alpha happy.

I am a good Omega.

My eyes felt heavy as the calmness washes over me. The feel of Vaughn wrapped around me in my nest bringing me such a strong feeling of peace.

He smells perfect in my nest. It smelled like he belonged here. It smelled like I belonged here with him. Maybe I did.

CHAPTER 25

VAUGHN

All I can smell is Clover.

Lemon and Cherry mixed together in a fairytale world of Shirley Temple scent.

I’m so lost in this fantasy that I can feel the weight of her against me. The feel of her legs tangling with mine. Her fingers curled against my neck, a thumb pressed to my scent gland. Another hand curled into my chest, right above where her head is resting.

Holy hell.

I’m in her nest.

“…and I don’t think it’s as bad as you originally thought. Obviously, she’s allowed one of you into her nest so it can’t be that bad. I do think that her emotions the other day may have less to do with everything going on and more to do with her approaching heat.”

A voice is speaking close by.

I can scent my pack. Something different, but familiar with them.

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