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She guides my head to the space just below her ear, the final spot that will complete the triangle of claiming bites around her throat. "Here. Make me completely yours."

When I finally push inside her, she's impossibly tight despite being thoroughly claimed by two alphas already. The sensation is indescribable, hot and slick and perfect, her body welcoming me even as it grips me like a vice.

"So tight," I groan, fighting for control as her heat surrounds me. "Even after taking two knots, you're still so perfect for me."

"Only for you," she gasps, her hands fisting in my hair. "All three of you. Made to take your knots, made to wear your bites."

I begin to move then, each stroke designed to drive us both toward the claiming that will complete our bond. My knot starts to swell almost immediately, responding to her scent, to the sight of Dean and Callum's bites on her throat, to the overwhelming rightness of being inside her.

"Your knot," she breathes, her eyes wide with wonder as she feels me expanding.

The observation makes me groan with need. The way her body opens for me, accommodating my knot even. The way her scent spikes with arousal instead of discomfort, telling me that omega biology is perfectly designed for exactly this.

I bite down as she shatters around me, the sensation is indescribable. Not just the physical pleasure, though that's overwhelming, but the completion. The sense that every part of her now belongs exactly where it should, marked by the three alphas who love her completely.

"Perfect," I breathe against her throat, licking over the fresh mark with gentle reverence. "You're perfect, and you're ours."

"Forever," she agrees, her voice thick with emotion and satisfaction.

As we arrange ourselves around her in the aftermath, all of us touching her somehow, I take inventory of what we've created. Three claiming bites marking her as ours, the scent of bonded pack filling every corner of the room.

But there's something else. Something I wasn't expecting.

I can feel them. Dean's steady warmth, like coming home after a long day. Callum's fierce protectiveness, solid as the mountains around our valley. And underneath it all, Lila's love—overwhelming and bright and so pure it takes my breath away.

"I can feel you," she whispers in wonder, her hand moving to touch the fresh bite on her throat. "All of you. Inside me, like... like pieces of your souls are living in my heart now."

"The bond," Dean breathes, his own wonder evident as he stares at the fresh bite on her throat. "I can feel your love, Lila. It's like warmth spreading through my chest."

"And your protectiveness," she adds, looking at Callum with tears in her eyes. "Your need to keep me safe. It feels like being wrapped in the strongest arms."

Callum's gruff expression softens as he touches one of the bites on her throat. "Your joy," he says quietly. "I can feel how happy you are. Never felt anything like it."

"And Julian's devotion," she continues, turning to me with a smile that makes my chest tight. "Your love feels like... likecoming home to someone who sees every part of you and treasures it all."

The connection is incredible. Not telepathy exactly, but something deeper. An emotional tether that lets us feel what matters most. Love, protection, joy, and the fundamental emotions that bind a pack together.

We're not just four people who love each other anymore. We're family in the most fundamental way possible, bound by biology and choice and something that feels almost magical.

"How do you feel?" I ask, my mind still needing confirmation, though I can literally feel her contentment flowing through the bond.

"Complete," she says simply, and through the claiming bites, I can feel exactly what she means. "Like I've found the missing pieces of myself I didn't even know I was looking for."

Chapter 36

Callum

Two days after claiming, I've been noticing things about Lila that have me on edge.

Her scent's been different, still her green apple and white musk, but there's something else underneath it now. Something sweet and warm that I can't quite identify. At first I thought it was just the claiming bites settling, the way pack bonds sometimes shift scent profiles, but it's been getting stronger.

Then there's the tiredness. Yesterday I found her curled up on the couch at two in the afternoon, fast asleep with a book open on her chest. She'd been embarrassed when she woke up, insisting she was just relaxing, but I could see the exhaustion in her eyes.

And this morning she'd been pale over breakfast, pushing her eggs around her plate instead of eating them. When Dean asked if she was feeling alright, she'd insisted she was fine, just a little under the weather.

Maybe it's nothing. Maybe the claiming has taken more out of her than any of us realized. But my instincts are tellingme something's off, and when she mentions needing a doctor's appointment for a routine checkup, I'm relieved.

"I'll take you," I say, not really making it a question.