Page 44 of Pumpkin Patch Pack
“Overnight delivery, my ass,” I joke, trying to ignore the way my body instinctively leans toward him.
“Delivery here always takes forever.” His eyes crinkle at the corner. “You doing okay today? Feeling stronger?”
“Much better,” I assure him, and it’s mostly true. The weakness lingers, but the headaches have subsided, and I’m no longer dizzy when I stand. “Dr. Mitchell says I can resume light work tomorrow.”
“Just in time for the weekend,” Theo says, leaning against the door frame.
The casual pose draws my attention to the breadth of his shoulders, the way his sweater hugs his chest. For a beta, he’s remarkably… solid.
Must be all the years he’s spent working on the farm.
“No pressure, though. Only if you feel up to it.”
I nod, “I’m looking forward to it.”
And I am. Being cooped up has made me restless, and my skin feels too tight, especially with my new awareness of who these men are to me. I never thought revealing my secret would make me feel so at ease.
“I’m making a pot roast tonight. Thought maybe you’d like to join us for dinner? Only if you’re feeling up to it.”
The invitation sends a flutter through my stomach—equal parts anxiety and anticipation. I haven’t seen Rowan or Liam since my fever broke, though both have sent messages checking on me. Now that I know we are fated, the thought of being in a room with all three makes butterflies dance in my belly.
“I’d like that,” I hear myself say before I overthink it.
Theo’s smile brightens, and his scent sweetens with pleasure. “Great! Six o’clock? I can come walk you over if you want.”
“I can manage the walk,” I assure him. “But thank you.” I’ll need a moment to settle my nerves before being surrounded by three hunky farmers.
After he leaves, I open the package. Inside are the suppressants—which I don’t need right now since Dr. Mitchell left me a new bottle—and my new pack of underwear; thick, sturdy fabric with a special absorbent liner.
I hold them up, grimacing at their thickness. “Well, these are… substantial.”
Maple bleats as if in agreement, her eyes fixed on the garment with what seems like judgment.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I tell her. “It’s a precaution. Just in case.”
Just in case my body decides to betray me around three incredibly attractive men who are my biological mates. Just in case the memory of Theo’s gentle hands, Rowan’s intense gaze, or Liam’s rare smile triggers a response.
Just thinking about it, a wave of heat dampens my underwear.
“Shit.” I’ve never responded like this. I’ve been on suppressants for so long, I forgot how it felt to be an omega.
Maple finally decides she has had enough of being cooped up and asks for the door. I send Liam a quick text telling him Maple is making her way back to him.
His reply is instant: “Thanks for letting me know. Looking forward to seeing you tonight.”
His words send heat flooding through me, and slick soaks my panties.
My inner omega seems determined to make up for lost time.
I change into a protective pair and throw the now-soaked ones in the wash.
This ought to be interesting.
I spend the next hour trying different outfits, discarding each as too casual for dinner with… what? My mates? Theterminology feels thrilling and terrifying, but nothing in my meager wardrobe feels like “me” anymore.
I wore designer suits, silk blouses, and heels to my corporate job for years. My closet was a carefully curated collection of luxury brands, each piece selected to project competence and status.
But who is Emma now?
