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Aimee squints. “Absolutely not.”

“Oh come on, don’t pretend like you wouldn’t want to be claimed to a moody alt-rock banger.”

“Oh mygod,” I groan. “Please never say those words in a sentenceeveragain.”

“What?” Jace’s grin is feral. “You’re telling me you don’t want to rock out duringOperation: Bite Our Girl?”

My face pales. “We arenotcalling it that.”

“Too late.” Cam’s already wheezing. “I just renamed the group chat.”

Aimee lets out a laugh so full it echoes through the house; and right then, watching her tucked between us, glowing with something more than just joy—something that feels like belonging—I know I’m done fighting it.

It turns out she’s not the storm after all. She’s the thing I survived the stormfor.

And tonight, we make her ours.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Aimee

Wes’s room was already the biggest in the house, but apparently, that wasn’t enough.

At some point this evening, the guys had dismantled Cam’s bed, dragged the mattress in here, and set the bed back up, shoving it tightly against Wes’s. The result was a massive, makeshift nest of pillows, blankets, and scent-slick sheets big enough to comfortably hold three alphas and one extremely overwhelmed omega.

The lights are low, and the windows are cracked slightly open. Jace tried lighting candles, but Cam complained it felt like a séance, and Wes muttered something about fire hazards; so now there’s just the warm glow of a single lamp on the dresser and the quiet hum of three heartbeats surrounding mine.

My pack. My alphas.

I kneel in the center of the bed. I’m already bare, already open, alreadytheirs; but tonight, it becomes real.

“I still can’t believe you moved a whole mattress for me,” I say, trying to ease the tension in my chest with a smile.

“Technically,” Cam murmurs, tugging off his shirt, “we moved it forus.”

“Yeah. I kept falling off the edge last week,” Jace adds. “This is purely a safety measure.”

“Sure,” Wes mutters, pulling off his undershirt in one smooth motion. “Because the three of you are famously well-behaved in bed.”

“You say that,” I say, “but I think you like it when we’re not.”

His deep blue eyes lock on mine, and the air shifts.

“And I like it when you’re mine,” he says, voice low, dangerous.

Cam’s hands brush up my spine, grounding me as Jace crawls up beside me and tugs the hair tie from my wrist.

“Say the word, Omega,” he whispers, curling it around his own wrist. “Say you want this.”

I swallow, then nod. “I want it,” I tell them. “I want all of you.”

Jace grins. “Yeah, she’s ready.”

Cam’s kiss lands just behind my ear, and I gasp.

“We’re going to make it so good for you,” he murmurs. “You deserve all of it.”

Wes kneels in front of me, dark-eyed and terrifyingly still. His hand cups my jaw.

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