Page 118 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

Damon leans down, capturing my lips in a tender kiss that contrasts with the roughness of our earlier activities. I can taste myself on his lips, and I blush.

When he pulls back, his dark eyes are soft as they scan my face. “You’re beautiful like this,” he says. “Thoroughly fucked and filled with our cum.”

“The perfect omega,” Max agrees, pressing kisses along my shoulder, and Gunnar hums in agreement, his hand trailing lazy patterns up my side.

“The wedding night was everything I hoped it would be,” he says, his normally gruff voice tinged with satisfaction. “And we’ve got the whole week ahead of us.”

“A whole week of knotting you, babe,” Max adds, his lips curving into a smile against my skin.

“I love you,” I whisper. “My alphas, my mates, and my home.”

“And we love you too,” Damon responds, pressing his forehead to mine. “More than you could ever know.”

In this moment, I know I’ve found where I belong.

After years of fear and hiding, of using blockers to mask my scent and keeping everyone at arm’s length, I’ve finally found my pack, my family, my forever.

As the dying light casts long shadows across our tangled bodies, I close my eyes and breathe in the mingled scents of my alphas, Damon’s smoked cedar, Gunnar’s sandalwood, Max’s pine and cinnamon- all mixed with the unmistakable scent of satisfied omega.

For the first time in my life, I feel completely and utterly safe, held in the arms of the men who would tear apart the world to protect me.

“Sleep and rest now, little omega,” Damon whispers against my hair. “We have all night, all week, and all our lives to love you.”

“Okay,” I whisper back, feeling safe in their embrace as I slowly drift off to sleep with a smile on my lips and my heart bursting with love for my new pack.

THE END

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