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“Completely,” I add, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of her head.
Through our bond, I feel her drift toward sleep, utterly safe and content in our arms. Her heat has finally broken completely, leaving only the warm glow of being thoroughly claimed and deeply loved.
This is everything. The four of us together in the nest we built for her, surrounded by the scent of claiming and satisfaction, connected by bonds that will last forever. Her soft breathing, our combined purrs, and the steady pulse of pack love flowing between us.
Perfect. Complete. Home.
As she falls asleep surrounded by her pack, I know we’ve found something rare and precious. Not just individual love, but the kind of bond that makes four hearts beat as one.
My omega. My pack. My everything.
Chapter 30
Sadie
Iwake up wrapped in the most perfect sense of belonging I’ve ever experienced.
My body feels incredible—thoroughly claimed and satisfied in ways I didn’t know existed. The claiming marks on my throat have healed into beautiful silver scars that catch the morning light, but they’re still tender to the touch. Three distinct marks that make my breath catch when I trace them with careful fingertips.
But it’s more than the delicious ache between my thighs or the way my skin still tingles everywhere they touched me.
The pack bond hums beneath my skin like a second heartbeat. I can feel Levi’s quiet contentment as he makes coffee downstairs—the familiar ritual grounding him after the intensity of last night. Reid’s pleased satisfaction drifts up from somewhere in the house, layered with a protective alertness I can feel through our new connection. Caleb’s awareness settles around me like a blanket as he checks the house with military thoroughness.
It’s not intrusive exactly, but it’s intense. Like having background music that’s turned up just a little too loud, beautiful but overwhelming.
I press my hand to my chest, trying to process the flood of not-my-emotions flowing through bonds that are still raw and new.
Their combined scents cling to my skin—leather, cedar, and bergamot from Reid, cedar and rain from Levi, sandalwood and leather from Caleb. I breathe deeply and feel fresh slick dampen my thighs in response.
Even after the last few days of thorough claiming, my body still craves their touch.
The nest around me smells like all of us now. Like pack. Like home.
“Good morning, gorgeous.” Levi appears in the doorway carrying French toast that smells like cinnamon and home. His eyes darken immediately when he takes in my appearance—sleep-rumpled hair, claiming marks visible above the sheet, the scent of arousal already building again. “How’s our omega feeling?”
The possessive pronoun sends heat spiraling through me, but it also makes something tight and vulnerable unfurl in my chest. Our omega.
I’m theirs now. Completely, irrevocably theirs.
“Amazing,” I admit, stretching like a cat in the sunlight. “The bond is so incredible. I can feel all of you, and it’s like... like I’m finally complete.”
His smile is brilliant. “That’s exactly how it’s supposed to feel.” He settles beside me, the mattress dipping, and offers me a bite of French toast. “Pack bonds are the most beautiful thing in the world when they’re right.”
The domesticity of being fed breakfast in bed should feel natural, but everything feels heightened now. More significant.
Like even this simple gesture carries the weight of pack care and alpha devotion.
“I can feel how content you are making coffee,” I say, grinning up at him. “And Reid’s satisfaction with whatever he’s working on. And Caleb’s protective vigilance—which is actually kind of sweet.”
“He can’t help himself, the first few days after claiming,” Levi explains with fond amusement. “It’s pure alpha instinct to make sure his omega is safe.”
His thumb traces one of my claiming marks—his mark—and I can’t suppress the soft moan that escapes. The bite is still so sensitive, sending sparks straight to my core.
Fresh slick coats my inner thighs, and through the bond I feel his immediate response to my arousal.
“Still so responsive,” he murmurs, voice going rough. “Even after everything we did to you the last few days.”
I set the plate aside, suddenly much more interested in the alpha beside me than breakfast. “I can’t help it. You make me need things I didn’t know I could want.”
