Page 39 of Nesting With My Three Alphas
"You're plenty alpha," Kit said firmly. "You're just not the kind of alpha who needs to dominate everything around you to feel secure."
I looked up at her then, seeing the sincerity in her expression, the way she was looking at me like Laura's opinion had been wrong about everything that mattered.
"Thank you," I said quietly. "For saying that."
"It's just the truth." Kit moved closer, drawn by the scent of the blend I was creating. "She lost something incredible when she walked away from you."
"Her loss became my gain," I said, holding the bowl out for her to smell. "Because it led me here, to this moment, to you. What do you think?"
Kit breathed in deeply, her eyes fluttering closed. "Oh. That's... that's lovely. It smells like safety."
Safety. The most important scent profile I could have achieved.
"Let's brew some and see how it tastes." I put water on to boil, then turned to face her fully. "Kit, can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"What does your perfect day look like? Not what you think it should look like, or what someone else would want. What would make you genuinely happy?"
Kit considered the question seriously. "I think... I think it would be quiet. Peaceful. I'd wake up slowly, without any anxietyabout what the day might bring. I'd have good coffee and maybe sketch for a while. Spend time with people who actually wanted my company, not because I was useful to them but because they enjoyed who I am."
She paused, lost in the vision she was creating.
"I'd cook something from scratch, something that smells like love. Maybe tend a garden. Read a good book. End the day feeling like I'd been exactly who I was meant to be, instead of performing some version of myself for other people's approval."
"That sounds perfect," I said softly.
"Simple, right? But it feels impossible sometimes."
"Not impossible. Just... not what you're used to." I poured hot water over the tea blend, watching the herbs swirl and release their essence. "Kit, what if I told you that you could have that perfect day today? Right here?"
"Today?"
"Why not? You've already had good coffee and sketched for a while. We could spend the afternoon cooking something delicious, maybe work in Jonah's garden with Charlie when she gets home from school. End the day reading in your nest while we handle the dinner cleanup."
Kit stared at me like I was offering her something too precious to accept. "You'd want to do that? Just... spend a quiet day together?"
"I can't think of anything else I'd rather do."
The tea finished steeping, and I poured it into two mugs, handing one to Kit. She took a tentative sip, her expression shifting to wonder.
"This is incredible. I can actually feel my shoulders relaxing."
"Good. That's the goal." I settled into the chair beside her, close enough to catch the subtle changes in her scent as the tea worked its magic. "So what do you say? Want to have a perfect day?"
Kit took another sip of tea, her entire posture softening as the blend did its work. When she looked at me, her eyes were bright with something that looked like hope.
"Yes," she said simply. "I'd love that."
And as we sat in my sun-warmed kitchen, sharing tea and quiet conversation while the world went about its business below, I realized that I was already living my own perfect day.
Chapter 12
Kit
The air felt wrong as I walked home from Micah's bakery, my stomach still warm from the perfect afternoon we'd shared. The sky had shifted from the clear blue of morning to something heavier, more ominous. Clouds gathered on the horizon like dark bruises, and the wind hadn't picked up yet, but the silence felt heavier than usual. Like the sky was holding its breath.
My skin prickled with hypersensitivity that had nothing to do with the changing weather. Everything felt too loud. The crunch of leaves under my feet, the distant hum of traffic, even the sound of my own breathing. My body was responding to something I couldn't quite name, an electrical charge in the air that made my omega instincts restless and on edge.
