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She smiles. “It’s a yay. It’s fast, and it’s wild, but I know it’s right. I feel it in my soul,” she glances at me, “and my biology doesn’t lie. The three of you together threw me into this heat early. If that isn’t fate screaming at me to accept you as my future mates, then I don’t know what is.”
The tension in the room evaporates like steam from a hot shower when you open the window, and my heart tries to beat its way out of my chest with the force of my relief that she didn’t reject me. Us. Liam exhales loudly, the kind of sound you makewhen you’ve been holding your breath underwater and finally breaking the surface. Henry looks like someone’s just given him the moon.
“Yay,” Liam murmurs and draws her to him for a kiss. It’s deep, and he clings to her as she does to him.
When they break apart, I clear my throat as Zara slams her hand to her head. “Heat?”
“Yeah,” she croaks. “You fuckers are killing me here.”
Chuckling, Henry grabs her and scoops her up before she falls off the stool. “Let’s get you back to your nest.”
“I’m okay. It’s not full on yet.”
“Yet,” I murmur. “I’ll call Mum and see if she can take Mia for a couple of days.”
“And we’d better call in work,” Liam murmurs. “We won’t be going anywhere for a few days.”
“Alan is going to throw a shit fit,” I sigh, but reach for my phone anyway. There are plans to make and things are moving quickly now. There is no time to fuck about second-guessing my decisions. This is happening, and I know it’s going to be perfect.
Chapter 42
Liam
Ican barely keep my hands to myself as I tap out the message to Alan, leaving Ben to sort out Mia with his mum. I hate that we have to send her away, but it’s for the best right now, and it will only be a couple of days before we, at least the alphas of us, can come out of the haze of the rut and Zara’s heat long enough to care for her.
“Sorted,” I declare after pressing send, stuffing my mobile back into my pocket and moving closer to where Henry is cradling Zara, who looks both exhilarated and a bit overwhelmed by the sudden change in her life’s direction.
The atmosphere is charged; we’re on the cusp of something new and exciting. It feels like we’re all plugged into the same current, buzzing with anticipation.
Zara leans into Henry slightly before reaching out a hand to me. I take it without hesitation, bringing it to my lips to kiss lightly. “I want a shower before things get worse,” she says. “Yesterday was weird. It was sudden, and it was fierce, but now that I think about it and know it wasn’t the real deal, I can feel the difference bubbling under my skin already.”
“Shower, food and rest before things turn, yeah?” I say, letting Henry take her upstairs while I turn back to the kitchen.Henry is better in this area than me, but I know Zara likes sarnies and right now, all she needs is sustenance not a gourmet meal.
“Sorted?” I ask when Ben comes back in the kitchen looking like something struck. This is moving fast, and I take a second to evaluate his temperament.
“Yeah, mum’s on her way. She is excited, to say the least.”
“Well, she gets granny time, so not surprising.”
“More than that. I told her about the pack and Zara. She is thrilled.”
“Oh, nice. Scott family approval. Love it.”
We share a smile.
“You one hundred per cent sure?” I have to check.
“Yes,” he replies with no hesitation. “I’m not letting that bitch hold me back from the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Grinning, I slap him on the shoulder. “That’s the spirit.”
I start making a stack of sarnies, piling them high with every bit of salad, ham, and cheese I can find. This is nurturing in its simplest and most basic form. Keeping Zara, our omega, fed and happy is top of the list.
The doorbell rings just as I’ve wrapped the last sandwich in cling film. Ben’s already bolting for the door, ready to welcome his mum, who’s come to whisk Mia away for some unexpected granny time. I hear his muffled voice, the creak of the door swinging open and then shut again, followed by that soft hum of adult-to-baby babble that tells me Mia’s in safe hands.
Heading up stairs, leaving Ben to say goodbye to Mia, Zara’s emerged from the shower wrapped in a fluffy towel, her hair damp and her cheeks flushed. She is dazed and in no fit state to be on her feet. Henry’s with her, his hands gentle but possessive around her waist.
“Shower good?” I murmur, balancing the tray as I hold open her bedroom door.
