Page 54 of Nesting With My Three Alphas
"We all did," Reed admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "But that was instinct. Habit. Want."
Jonah leaned forward, his voice quieter. "But this, this is us actually asking. Not assuming. We want to make it real. Official. With your full choice."
"We want to beyourpack," Micah said softly. "Not just in feeling, but in truth. With everything that comes with that."
"And we want you to be our omega," Reed added. "Because we're already in love with you. Because we don't want to build a life that doesn't include you."
The way they looked at me, hopeful and nervous and steady, made it clear that this wasn't a continuation. It was a beginning.
"I've loved before, but never like this," Micah added softly. "Never like building something from scratch with people who see all of me."
"I'm completely gone for you," Reed said, his voice low and steady. "That night in your nest... it changed something in me. I knew I wanted this. All of it. You."
"Charlie already thinks of you as her mom," Jonah said, his voice quiet but certain. "And I think of you as... everything."
"You've all treated me like I belonged from the start," I said. "But this… this feels different."
"It is," Jonah said. "This is us choosing you out loud. And hoping you'll choose us back."
I stared at them, trying to process what they were saying. "All of you?"
"All of us," Jonah confirmed. "We're not asking you to choose between us, Kit. We're asking you to choose all of us. To be our omega, our pack."
The words sent a shiver through me that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with longing.
"What if I'm too broken for this?" I asked, voicing the fear that had been gnawing at me since Marcus's first threatening text. "What if he was right about me being too much, too needy, too damaged?"
"Stop," Reed said firmly. "Marcus was a manipulative asshole who confused control with love. Nothing he said about you was true."
"You're not broken," Micah added gently. "You're healing. There's a difference."
"And even if you were broken," Jonah said quietly, "we'd love those pieces too. That's what pack means."
The certainty in their voices, the complete absence of doubt about my worth, was almost overwhelming.
"I've never been with more than one alpha," I admitted. "I don't know how this works."
"Neither do we," Micah said honestly. "But we'll figure it out together."
"We've been functioning as a pack already," Reed pointed out. "For weeks. We just didn't have our omega."
The possessive satisfaction in his voice sent heat spiraling through me.
"And Charlie?" I asked. "How do we explain this to her?"
"Charlie's been planning this outcome since you moved in next door," Jonah said with a soft smile. "She's probably going to want to throw a celebration."
Despite everything, I found myself laughing. "She really has been orchestrating this, hasn't she?"
"Kid's got good instincts," Reed said with a grin.
"So," Micah said carefully, "what do you think? What do you want?"
What did I want?
I looked around at their faces. Jonah with his quiet strength and patient love. Micah with his gentle warmth and healing touch. Reed with his fierce protectiveness and unwavering loyalty. Three men who'd been carefully, patiently showing me what love was supposed to feel like.
"I want to try," I said, surprising myself with how certain I sounded. "I want to be brave enough to let you love me."
