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“Okay, I’ll let you off then. Where were you going?” He wraps his arm back around me, and one of his legs goes over mine, trapping me in place beside him.

“Um, I was going to hit the bathroom, but it looks like that plan’s been put on hold.”

“Just let me enjoy this for another second and I’ll let you go.” He sighs. “You don’t know how much I love having another Omega around. I’m glad Zane never gave up on you, Zoey. I hate to think how things could have been if he had.”

“We were always fated, Dale. No matter what, we would have found each other.”

“Yeah, eventually, when the delayed heats we suffered might have killed us.”

That’s a good point. Considering I passed out and woke to my mates hovering over me, I think I got pretty lucky that the start of my delayed heat didn’t make me really sick.

“I’m glad he never gave up on me, too,” I admit.

I knew I was ready for my life to change when I realized my feelings for Russ, and maybe I never would have known anything was missing, but something huge would have been.

“I know it wasn’t great for you that Zane took so long to find me and steal me away,” I start, feeling bad for what Dale had to go through, pining for his Alpha.

He smiles at me. “I didn’t know it at the time, but it let me grow. I got to fall in love with Cameron, and now I have all three of you, plus two more mates I had no idea existed. I can’t complain about any of that. Zane did what he had to do, and now we get to have the life we’ve been waiting for, together.”

“It is pretty awesome.”

“It is,” he agrees. “But this is kind of a vacation for all of us. It’s hard to imagine what life’s going to look like when we go back to the real world.”

“I definitely don’t want to go back to endless tours and promotions.”

“Even if you’re doing what you love most?”

“I love to sing, and yeah, okay, performing is a high. But it’s hard work, too, and I think I want to work a lot less while I’m getting to know my mates and we’re planning out a life together. I don’t want to be the kind of mom who hardly ever sees her kids.”

“You’re definitely not that kind of mom,” he tells me. “You’re the kind who’ll make s’mores and tuck our kids in at night with cute bedtime stories.”

“Are the s’mores for the kids, or for you?”

“Well, you’ll probably make some extra because you know I love them.”

“That does sound like me.”

He smiles as he lets me go. “Now, go clean up. I’m sure our Alphas are making us something to eat, and I’ve just realized I’m starving.”

I get up, shaking my head at him. “You’re always thinking about food.”

“That’s part of my charm.”

“You know what, it is.”

I go into the bathroom and close the door.

I know I’ll have to think about what happens next at some point, but right now all I want is to shower and go spend time with my mates. I’ll think about the real world once my heat is over.

Right now, I want to stay in this bubble we’ve made together.

It’s where I feel safe. Where I feel happy.

Chapter Eighty-Five

Dale

I don’t think I ever want to leave this island. This bed is already perfect as our nest, and I know I love the kitchen. Also, we have a pool, and there’s a private beach outside. How much more perfect could a home be? I mean, besides all the empty, unfinished rooms.

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