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I snort. Her instincts are wild, but it makes me feel like a king to know how obsessed she is with filling her nest withmyscent. Okay, yeah, she wants the other guys’ scents in there too, but I’m focused onmeright now.

“I will return your basket of rancid laundry.” I take a step forward and have to pry the hamper from her hands. Holding it against my hip, I toss an arm around her shoulder. “You haven’t let us in to see it yet. Is it almost done?” I slide my hand down to tease her ass. “You know, you could let us inside, and we could deposit our scents the old-fashioned way.”

She laughs. “It needs to be perfect, but that’s coming next.”

* * *

It’s two more days before Saylor lets us into the nest. I’ve never had a room be off-limits before, and it’s led to a bit of an obsession on my part. I want to know what it looks like, and how she chose to set it up.

“I feel like we’re the chosen ones being led to some type of sacrificial ceremony,” Omen mutters under his breath as Saylor drags us along with her hands stretched out behind her. “Don’t worry, darling. I’d follow you anywhere, even straight into the pits of hell.”

Leo snorts, trailing behind us with Valor at his side.

Saylor’s nervous excitement fills the bond as she gives the door to the nest a gentle shove. It’s dark, and it takes my eyes a few seconds to adjust as she releases my hand and steps inside.

All the hard work she’s put in is evident. The circular cushion nest comes first as soon as you enter the room. It has a massive sliding curtain that can be closed off or left open. It’s open at the moment, making it possible to see across to the den-style nest that takes up the entire back wall.

I slide into the room behind her and plant my hands on her hips, pulling her back to my chest. “Wow, princess, it’s amazing.” My nostrils flare, breathing in the heavy scent of sweaty man funk. It’s wild, but omegas are happiest surrounded by the potent smells of their alphas.

“Come see.” She takes off, skirting around the circular nest and aiming for the den. “I got all my pillows set up and different blankets piled by smell and texture.”

“Looks like you built a bird’s nest inside the den nest,” Valor says from behind me. There are blankets swirled in a circle on the middle of the mattress. It makes a wall that’s stacked pretty high, with pillows and a thin throw blanket inside. It looks exactly like a bird’s nest, now that I think about it.

“Just for when I needed to snuggle alone,” Saylor says, skipping toward the steps. “We can break it down. I thought maybe all of us could start sleeping in here for now. I know we have the brand-new bed, but this is cozier?—”

“We can definitely do that,” Leo says, vocalizing my thoughts.

Shit, we’ve been waiting for this. The doctor mentioned her next heats might be slightly out of sync as her body gets back to normal without the suppressants. It looks like things are ramping up for a regular cycle, since they come every three months when there’s no medical intervention.

This is a very good sign indeed.

Epilogue

Omen

A Year To The Day After Saylor Entered The Facility

America has been kind to Valor and me.

I love it.

No complaints.

Except the ale is trash, and fish and chips never hits the same way.

However, I’m adaptable.

I’d put up with much worse turmoil to keep Saylor happy. Her nervous energy filters through the bond as we sit in the tattoo shop. I’m covered in ink, so it took getting creative, but I’m now sporting Saylor’s teeth print right over my heart.

She had to bite around the hourglass, but I like the symbolism. My tattoo has only a few grains of sand left in the top of the hourglass, and at the time it felt accurate to how little life I had left to live. It’s almost like her energy surrounds those few remaining grains of sand, trapping me forever in the land of the living.

Valor slaps me on the back, giving my shoulder a squeeze. “When did you turn into such a sentimental fuck?”

“Hell if I know.” I snort and shake my head. Leo and Shaw are crowded around our omega, but I squat in front of her. “Are you truly sure you want to mark up that beautifulvirginskin?”

I’m mostly giving her an out in case she’s changed her mind. I was going to get her teeth print no matter what, and I don’t want her to feel pressured to go through with her tattoo, simply because I did.

“I have three sets of canines permanentlyscarredinto my skin,” Saylor says, rolling her brilliant hazel eyes. “Yes, I’m positive. I want your bite on the opposite wrist from Valor’s.”

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