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“Guess what? That means you’re all mine too. That goes for the both of you.”

“You know, that’s hotter than I expected,” Ramsey adds. “I like being claimed.”

I snort, but then my whole body shakes as Warrick fully settles in place in the bond. His unwavering devotion and support are almost indescribable. That feeling might be love, it’s hard to tell, but he cares about me deeply.

Warrick is steadfast comfort, like the base I need to balance out my hyperactive soul. The bond is difficult to explain, but his loyalty and affection are impossible to miss.

I take a few ragged breaths to calm my emotions. Three bonds are way more overwhelming than one, but I don’t regret it. Not at all. We all blend together in the link until it’s impossible to decipher what is coming from who.

All the air leaves my lungs as it hits me.

My pack is finally complete.

Super embarrassing tears fill my eyes as Warrick pulls out of me, tossing himself down on the bed at Ramsey’s side. He yanks me off his brother and into his chest as he palms the back of my head.

Ramsey grumbles his way through cleaning up his cum before climbing back in bed behind me. My body shakes with trembles I can’t control, but my entire being pulses with joy. The three missing pieces of my heart are now fully in place.

ChapterTwenty-Four

Fitz

We’re in the homestretch. Two more shows and we will finally get a fucking break. Ramsey and Warrick have made it clear that Tinsel and I will be staying with them at their house in Maine for the holiday.

I’m good with that. Mostly, I want to spend the entire time inside my omega. But we need to determine if it’s where we’re going to land permanently. Both mine and Tinley’s families are just outside of Chicago. I don’t know if she’ll be comfortable moving that far away from them, and I already know Shanna won’t be pleased.

Ramsey is covertly showing me pictures of the house. It’s beautiful, but that’s a fuck ton of snow. “It’s only a five-minute drive into the city, and the entire area has houses with decent acreage, so it feels private, even though you’re close to all the amenities.”

“It’s nice,” I agree, but my attention is on Tinsel. She’s interviewing Carter, and even Gavin is hanging around, watching the interaction. That’s likely because a lawsuit wouldn’t look good for the label. That, or it could be he doesn’t want one of us to beat Carter to death with our bare hands if he decides to show his ass.

“Well, we can always look for something else if she doesn’t like it,” Ramsey says. “We also need to start shopping for an engagement ring. My mom was really serious about that.”

“I know exactly what she wants.” I grab my phone and unlock the screen. “Tinsel and my sister used to cut out pictures in magazines. I’ve still got the one I stole off their dream-board thing in high school.”

“Don’t you think it’s possible her tastes have changed since then?”

I laugh. “Maybe. We could buy her one from each of us and make her pick.”

“Hell, no.” He chuckles. “But you should let War have some say before you buy. He’s a lot more…” He shrugs.

“Yeah,” I agree, because he doesn’t even need to say it.

* * *

My eyes dart around the hotel room, but the light is on in the bathroom. I tilt my head to the side, listening for the sound of the shower running. I’m pretty sure she’s still in there. The annoying jangle of the ring sizer tool in my pocket is almost obnoxiously loud.

I’m on a mission.

There are benefits to being a celebrity. Not a ton, but I was able to talk Gavin into having one delivered before we left the venue tonight. We’re in the same hotel for tonight and tomorrow night. Then we’re free for our mini vacation. It’s more like permanent freedom, considering we only have one show in NYC on New Year’s Eve, and then the contract is complete.

I spot Tinley’s purse and head over, checking to see if any of the rings she normally wears are inside. Buying an engagement ring and getting the wrong size seems like a disaster I don’t want to walk into.

Shanna cackled like a lunatic when I asked if she knew Tinley’s ring size. Shouldn’t this be something best friends know about one another? Tinley’s mom was exactly no help, either. She guessed a six or seven, but come to find out, there are quarter and half sizes too.

“Whatcha doing?” Tinley wraps her arms around me from behind.

I jolt, slamming my hand into the desk as I rip it free of her bag.

Dammit, this covert mission failed.

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