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Closing my eyes, I rested my head on his chest and listened to his deafening purr, trying to catch my breath.
One arm held my hand. Another lazily combed my hair.
“You are home, omega. We will never let you go.”
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
SETH
I didn’t know how much of this I could handle.
It had been five days—and at this point, I was so spent that I wouldn’t have the energy to get an erection even if she tried to will it to life. So I would be forced to disappoint her as my foot was the only body part I had to offer her the capability of giving her a ride.
It went against all of my training as a medic, but there wasn’t much I could do—we could do—after being on this almost week-long mating marathon, provided to us by our omega’s heat.
How could other packs handle doing this once a year?
It was no wonder no one got anything productive done.
I was just glad that our clan had moved into the villa while we were riding her heat. Finally, their minds were clear—and they were able to provide us with enough sustenance to survive in Elara’s nest room.
Taking in a deep breath, I breathed in the myriad thick blanket of sex, sweat, and the lingering combination of the pack’s scents. There wasn’t an overwhelming aroma of freshlybloomed lavender and warm vanilla that demanded our attention.
Removing my arm from my face, I uncovered my eyes and jolted awake, sitting up as I took in my surroundings.
I was able to have a coherent thought. This meant that Elara’s heat had subsided, freeing us from her body’s biological demands and allowing us to leave her nest room for the first time.
We would walk out of this room that much closer. I didn’t know how else we would be after everything we had done.
Luca was her alpha as she tamed him through their connection.
Jaxom and I were her pack mates, providing her the security and support that our alpha wouldn’t always be able to supply.
Glancing over at Elara, I watched as she lay beside me, snuggled against Jaxom’s side as Luca used her thigh as a pillow. The three of them were peaceful as they breathed in almost unison. Their skin glistened from the layer of days’ worth of sweat, and combined sex juices caked onto their exhausted bodies.
Nudity wasn’t a big deal amongst the pack, and that expanded to clan members. Unfortunately, I had seen my fair share of my brother unconcerned about his surroundings as he fucked his mate in shared spaces. But just because I was comfortable with it, along with my pack mates, didn’t mean that Elara was.
The only thing that mattered was that she was tended to. The last thing I wanted was for our omega towant, and us being unable to fulfil her needs.
I just didn’t know how many days we had left of her heat—her skin was still burning, her slick was still flowing, and her desperate whines called to us like a siren to please her.
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
JAXOM
The commons felt different in the aftermath of heat—like a battlefield where victory had been won through surrender rather than conquest. Twelve days. The number still echoed in my bones, a testament to what we'd survived together. What we'd become.
Elara sprawled across the oversized couch, her head in Luca's lap while her legs draped over mine. Seth occupied the floor at her feet, one hand absently stroking her ankle. We existed in this tangle of limbs and contentment, the rest of the clan wisely giving us space to decompress. Her scent had softened from that desperate vanilla-lavender storm to something gentler, content—but traces of our mingled claiming still perfumed the air.
The vidscreen dominated the far wall, dark and waiting. I'd sent the message to Quinn hours ago, knowing Nova would need time to process what I had to tell her. My sister, brilliant and fierce, trapped by biology that turned her to omega prey. The irony that I'd found my place in a pack while she remained isolated wasn't lost on me.
"You're nervous." Elara's observed, her fingers found mine, tracing the fading marks where her teeth had claimed me that night. The memory alone sent happiness spiraling through our bond.
“Nova doesn’t trust easily.” Understatement of the century. She trusted exactly two people—Alleria and me. Adding an unknown alpha to that equation, especially one as powerful as Zeke…
The screen flickered to life before I could spiral further.
Quinn's face filled the display, her girlfriend visible just behind her shoulder. Relief bloomed across her features the moment she saw Elara. "Thank the stars. When Jaxom said twelve days, I thought—" She cut herself off, but we all heard the unspoken fear. Twelve-day heats could break omegas, especially first ones off suppressants.
