Page 141 of How to Lose a Pack in 10 Dates

It’s not just Aimee’s scent—though that’s there too—but it’shome. Warm food and laughter. Socks in the hallway and some kind of blanket fort half-collapsed in the corner of the living room. The walls of this pack house are full of chaos and stability, heavily influenced by one omega who has wrecked us all in the best possible way.

Jace is in the kitchen, while Cam’s curled up on the sofa with Aimee in his lap, both of them wearing matching socks and trying to untangle the world’s most aggressively knotted phone charger.

“Hey,” I say, dropping my keys in the bowl.

Aimee turns toward me with that sleepy, soft look that still punches me straight in the gut.

“You’re home,” she smiles.

“Wouldn’t be anywhere else,” I say, toeing off my shoes. “Smells like you’ve only started one small fire.”

Cam lifts a hand. “It was contained.”

“Mostly,” Jace calls from the kitchen.

I make my way over and drop a kiss to the top of Aimee’s head. She leans into it like it’s instinct. Maybe it is.

“You look smug,” she murmurs, tugging gently at my tie.

“Do I?” I hum. “Must be the radiant thing.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry about it,” I say, swiping a grape from Cam’s plate on the coffee table and popping it in my mouth.

Jace appears in the kitchen doorway, shirtless with a tea towel slung over his shoulder. “We were just talking.”

Cam, still half-reclined on the couch, lifts his hand. “Pack stuff.”

My eyes narrow. “That soundsvague.”

Aimee shifts a little in Cam’s lap, her fingers still tangled in his. She meets my gaze, calm and steady, but her cheeks are flushed and her voice is softer than usual when she says, “About… claiming.”

Silence passes between us for a long few seconds, then Jace clears his throat.

“Aimee brought it up,” he says. “We weren’t pushing, I swear.”

She rolls her eyes. “He’s right. They all went full Alpha Code of Conduct on me.”

Cam huffs a quiet laugh, then leans in to kiss her shoulder. “We just wanted to be sure that it’s whatyouwant, not what you think we need.”

“It is,” she says firmly, then looks at each of us one by one. “It’s what I want. I don’t want half-measures, or almosts; I want to be bonded.Fully. I want marks that say I belong here, with all three of you.”

I sit down across from her, slowly.

“You’re sure about this?”

I don’t ask it because I doubt her; but because I need to hear it one more time.

Aimee smiles as she nods. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” she says, her voice a little breathless. “You’re it for me.”

Jace exhales hard, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve been ready since she nested in my hoodie, man. I’m not pretending I haven’t rehearsed this.”

Cam laughs. “Yeah, he tried a speech in the mirror last week.”

“Wrong.” Jace shoots him a glare. “I was brushing my teeth.”

Aimee leans into Cam and tugs him down so she can kiss the underside of his jaw. “You ready?”

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