Page 92 of Isla

“I can’t quit. I need the job, at least until I find another one,” I whispered.

King took my hand and lifted it to his mouth, brushing his lips against my knuckles. “You don’t need to work, but if you want to, we can find you something in Vegas.”

“I can’t have children!” I blurted.

I didn’t want to, especially as now everyone in the restaurant knew I was a failure. An omega that couldn’t give alphas children for their pack.

My eyes found King’s first. He’d claimed me without knowing, and now he was going to have to live the rest of his life bonded to an omega he would no longer want.

I felt so bad for him but I didn’t know I was a failure when he claimed me. My heart clenched as he stared and then his eyes softened, and he smiled.

He smiled.

“Of course you can have babies, Isla. You were in heat the whole time in Vegas and on the Island. You might be pregnant now,” King said, pulling me to him and placing a gentle hand on my stomach.

“King,” I whispered. “That wasn’t my heat, that’s how my heats work. They linger until boom,” I said and clapped my hands together. “I’m in full-blown heat and can’t control myself and lose myself in my need.”

“And that’s what happened in the virtual room. You couldn’t control yourself. You were insatiable, and we tried to get you to a nest.”

“No, that’s not what happened. I blacked out,” I whispered.

“Eventually you did,” Finn said.

“I spoke to the resort and asked for your records,” Harrison said. My eyes widened in shock that they did that. “I proved I’m your husband, and they sent them. The records state you went into hyper heat. They only realised when your blood results came back.”

“So next time, we will have you relaxed, surrounded by all your favourite things, books, cushions, materials and we will wait as we should have done. And definitely no spanking,” Finn said and winked.

“Next time,” I whispered, my eyes filled with tears as I realised I found my alphas, my pack.

“Next time, we will make sure we make a baby,” King said.

I smiled. “Really. I’m not a dud?”

“No, you certainly are not,” Harrison said.

“Are you coming home?” Finn asked.

I nodded. I could no longer speak as tears rolled down my cheeks. Finn pulled me to him, kissing my head, purring as my face nuzzled his neck.

“And every heat you’ll have a baby if that is what you want and we will continue until we need to move out of the hotel and buy a big house,” King said, taking me in his arms. “But now I need to tend to you, to your bond mark. Harrison said it didn’t heal well.”

“It’s fine. I need to get my bag,” I said. Then it hit me. “Move out of the hotel?” My brows furrowed as I squinted. “You live there?”

“Oh yeah, I’m not a bellhop,” Harrison said.

Finn laughed. “No, you married the hotel owners. The owners of lots of hotels.”

“I married Harrison,” I said.

“You married the pack, Isla. Now be a good girl and put your ring on your finger.” Finn showed me his hand with a matching ring. Then Harrison and King did the same as Finn unclasped the chain around my neck and removed the ring that Harrison gave me when we wed.

He slipped the ring on my finger and smiled.

“My husbands,” I whispered. “My alphas.”

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