Page 103 of Nesting With My Three Alphas
Peace. Complete, settled peace about what was coming.
"Ready," I said simply. "More ready than I've ever been for anything."
By afternoon, there was no question that my heat was imminent. My scent had shifted to something that made all three alphas move with the careful precision of predators maintaining control, and my skin felt hypersensitive to every casual touch.
Charlie had been dispatched to Aunt Emma's with enough art supplies to stock a small studio and strict instructions to call if she needed anything. The house had been prepared witheverything we might need over the next few days. All work responsibilities had been handed off or postponed.
We were ready.
"Kit," Micah said as we finished an early dinner, his voice carrying the gentle authority that meant he was shifting into caretaker mode, "how do you want to do this?"
It was the question I'd been thinking about for weeks. During my first heat with them, everything had happened in a blur of overwhelming sensation and emotional intensity. Since then it had always been a magical sensual time of renewing bonds and weaving ourselves closer into a family unit that seemed truly unbreakable. But this time, I wanted to be present for every moment, to consciously experience what it meant to bond with all three of my alphas simultaneously.
"Together," I said without hesitation. "All of us, from the beginning. I don't want to take turns or build up gradually. I want to experience what we are as a complete pack."
The silence that followed was loaded with anticipation and barely controlled alpha arousal. My request wasn't unusual in established packs, but it required a level of coordination and trust that we'd never attempted before.
"You're sure?" Reed asked, his green eyes already darkening with heat-response. "Because once we start, we won't be able to stop and regroup."
"I've never been more sure of anything," I said, meaning it completely. "I want to bond with my pack. All of it. All of you."
We moved to our bedroom, the master suite we'd shared since moving into the house, with its king-sized bed and carefully controlled lighting and the nest I'd been unconsciously perfecting for days. But tonight felt different. Tonight felt ceremonial.
Sacred.
My alphas arranged themselves around me with the careful coordination of people who'd discussed this moment extensively, each understanding their role in what we were about to create together. Jonah's steady strength anchoring me, Reed's passionate intensity challenging me, Micah's gentle worship healing me.
All of them loving me.
When the first wave of heat truly hit, I stopped thinking in words and started thinking in sensation and scent and the overwhelming rightness of being exactly where I belonged. My pack surrounded me with their care and their desire, and for the first time in my life, I experienced what it meant to be completely, unquestionably cherished.
This wasn't just heat. This was homecoming.
The claiming, when it came, felt like destiny fulfilling itself. Three alpha marks refreshed and deepened, three bonds renewed and strengthened, three promises made flesh. But more than that, it felt like the conscious creation of new life, new possibility, new hope. Exactly what we’d all hoped would happen this time.
When the intensity finally ebbed and we lay tangled together in our nest, scent-drunk and bonded deeper than ever before, I felt the fundamental shift that told me everything had changed.
We'd created something new.
Not just renewed bonds or satisfied heat. We'd planted the seed of our future together. I could feel it settling into place, this new life we'd consciously chosen to bring into our family.
"Are you okay?" Micah whispered against my hair, his voice rough from hours of passionate claiming.
"Perfect," I whispered back, meaning it with every fiber of my being. "Absolutely perfect."
Six weeks later.
The pregnancy test sat on the bathroom counter like a small miracle, two blue lines that confirmed what my body had been telling me for days. I stared at it for a long moment, letting the reality settle into my bones.
We'd done it. We'd created a baby.
"Kit?" Jonah's voice came from the other side of the door, carrying the careful concern that meant he'd noticed my extended absence. "Everything okay?"
I opened the door to find all three of my alphas standing in the hallway, their faces showing varying degrees of worry and hope and barely contained excitement.
"Everything's perfect," I said, holding up the test with a smile that probably looked slightly unhinged. "We're having a baby."
The silence lasted exactly two seconds before Charlie's voice carried up from downstairs: "Did someone say baby? Are we getting a baby?!"
