Page 71 of Pack Down Bad

His weight pins me to the bed, and I’m not complaining.

We stay tangled in the sheets, our bodies locked together, our breaths slowly syncing. His knot eases eventually, but the bonds...

Those will never fade.

The bonds are eternal, living on forever with the marks on my skin and in my soul. Tethering me to my scent-matched pack. The perfect matches, chosen for me by fate itself.

I feel the alphas even more deeply than before.

Knox’s silent strength. Rhys’s playful fire. Percy’s pure affection.

Tears leak down my face but are quickly kissed away by my alphas. With them around, there’s no chance I’ll ever spend a single moment feeling lonely ever again.

My pack and my heart are so full.

I’m loved.

Claimed.

Home.

And this time, I’m never leaving.

Epilogue

Belle

“What the fuck?” Knox curses and slams his fist on the dining table. “Someone is trolling me again. There arefiftynew comments calling me “Art Daddy” on my page. I thought I blocked that account.”

I can sense Rhys’s amusement through our bond, but I try my best to hide my urge to smile. We’re the only two that know Rhys is the troll, and even under the threat of torture, I would never sell him out.

Harassing Knox is just too much fun.

The pack is gathered around the kitchen and dining area, hovering as a woman I just met puts the finishing touches on my makeup. An entire news crew is at the cabin today to interview me about my most recent book... And the viral videos my alphas made that helped bump my release to the top of the charts.

Cameras are set up around the fireplace, angled just right to catch the sun spilling in through the cabin windows. There are special chairs set up for me and the host who’s interviewing me.

Everything feels so surreal. I can’t believe there was a time when I spent days in this cabin, completely unaware that I even wrote books. Now here I am, bonded to my editor and being regularly requested for interviews.

I don’t agree to many. These days, I like sticking close to home, and I could do without the bright staging lights and having my nose powdered by strangers.

Down the bond, I feel different emotions stirring.

Percy is proud, making me blush. Annoyance from Knox, who’s ready to kick everyone out of our home as soon as possible. And amusement as Rhys enjoys Knox’s growing frustration.

The interviewer, Grace, gestures for me to join her in our seats. She’s perfectly composed as she sits down, gracefully crossing her ankles with a soft smile playing on her lips.

Someone on the crew calls out a warning for everyone to be quiet on the set.

I have no idea how many people will tune in for our live stream. Hundreds? Thousands?

The book release campaign that Janice helped set up went viral faster than any of us could have anticipated. We thought the hype would have died down in between the original campaign and the new release, but turns out... not so much.

From the moment I shared my dedication page paired with a clip of me sporting freshly-fucked hair and two visible bond marks, the internet has been losing its mind over our pack all over again.

The hashtags haven’t stopped trending.

Grace smiles toward the cameras, and I follow suit, as the camera guy holds up fingers to count us in silently. When he reaches one, she puts on her news voice.

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