Page 80 of Nesting With My Three Alphas
"Kit," Micah said gently, setting down his own mug to take my free hand in both of his. "Look at me."
I met his warm brown eyes, seeing nothing but love and certainty reflected back at me.
"Pack bonds are permanent," he said simply. "Not just emotionally, but biologically. What we created last night can't be undone, can't be taken back, can't fade with time or distance or disagreement."
"You're stuck with us," Reed added with his characteristic bluntness. "Forever. Even if you wanted to leave, which you won't, you'd still feel us, still be connected to us. The bonds would stretch but never break."
"But more than that," Jonah said, his voice carrying the quiet authority that made my omega sit up and take notice, "we don't want this to fade. We've been building toward this moment for weeks, laying the foundation for something that's meant to last lifetimes."
Lifetimes. The word sent a shiver of anticipation through me rather than fear.
"What about when Charlie comes home?" I asked, voicing the practical concern that had been lurking in the back of my mind. "What about when normal life resumes and we have to figure out how this actually works day to day?"
"Charlie's going to be over the moon," Reed said with a grin. "Kid's been planning this outcome since the day you moved in next door."
"She'll be back tomorrow afternoon," Jonah added, checking his phone. "Emma just texted that they're having such a good time at the natural history museum that they're extending the trip by one day."
We had another full day together as a newly bonded pack before reality intruded.
"And normal life?" Micah continued. "This is our normal life now. Waking up together, taking care of each other, building something beautiful as a family."
"The logistics will sort themselves out," Jonah said practically. "Work schedules, household responsibilities, parenting decisions. We'll figure it all out together. That's what partners do."
Not just lovers or even mates, but true partners in building a life.
"I've never had partners before," I admitted. "I've never been part of something where my opinion mattered as much as everyone else's."
"Well, you're about to learn," Reed said with satisfaction. "Because you're not just our omega. You're Charlie's mom, you're an equal voice in every decision we make, you're the heart of this family."
The phrase made my chest tight with emotion.
"I can't believe this is my life now," I said softly. "Six weeks ago I was running from everything I thought love was supposed to be, and now..."
"Now you're home," Jonah finished simply. "Now you're exactly where you belong."
Home. The word didn't scare me anymore. It felt like a promise instead of a trap.
The morning passed in a haze of gentle touches and quiet conversation, my three alphas taking turns feeding me perfect bites of food and making sure I stayed hydrated while my body finished processing the intensity of the bond formation. Every interaction felt charged with new meaning, every casual touch a reminder that we were connected now in ways that went beyond the physical.
"I can feel when you're thinking too hard," Micah observed, his thumb tracing patterns on my wrist that sent pleasant tingles up my arm. "Your emotions get tangled, and it translates through the bond."
"What does it feel like?" I asked, fascinated by this new dimension of our relationship. "When I'm thinking too hard?"
"Like static," Reed said immediately. "Like you're trying to tune into a radio station that's just slightly out of range."
"For me, it feels like a knot in my chest," Jonah added. "Tension that I want to smooth away."
They could feel my emotional state. The thought should have been invasive, but instead it felt like the ultimate safety net. I would never have to suffer in silence again, never have to pretend everything was fine when it wasn't.
"Can I feel yours too?" I asked.
"With practice," Micah said gently. "Omega senses are naturally more attuned to alpha emotions than the reverse, but it takes time to learn how to interpret what you're feeling."
"Right now, what are you feeling?" I asked, closing my eyes and trying to focus on the bonds humming in my chest.
I reached out tentatively with senses I was still learning to use, feeling for the threads that connected us. There. Micah's steady warmth, like sitting by a fireplace. Reed's bright energy, like electricity just under the surface. Jonah's solid presence, like the foundation of a house.
And threaded through all of it was love. Deep, abiding, completely certain love that had no conditions, no expectations, no expiration date.
