Page 83 of Accidentally Forever

Neither one of us is going to be able to uphold that promise but at least Gray thinks we will. Lance immediately drags Sofie onto the dance floor, Gray following and I already know that there’s going to be some kind of obscene rhythm happening in the next five minutes. If all of Sofie’s clothes stay on, I will be amazed. However, my attention is on Camila.

Kolsen and Amiri are off to the side, watching Sasha as he leans back against Camila, looking every bit the spoiled Omega. I slide into the booth, Hawk pressing up beside me on the cushioned bench, one of those delicious hands on my hips as he murmurs something low in my ear that makes me blush. Camila starts going off about the club and everything that’s happening, Hawk not even trying to hide the way he nuzzles into my neck every so often, planting warm, open-mouthed kisses against my skin. Puma is sitting to my left, sipping on something that looks deceptively mild, but I know him better than that. It’s probably strong enough to knock me on my ass.

Camila takes a break in her story, a soft smile spreading across her lips “You look so fucking happy, Violet. And Sofie—god, she’s coming out of her shell. I’m so glad.”

I glance over to where Sofie’s dancing and laugh softly. Gray is practically grinding against her, his hands on her waist and Lance is right there beside him, moving in sync with the two of them. She’s smiling so wide I half expect her face to split. I turn back to Camila, shrugging like it’s no big deal, but my heart feels full in a way I can’t describe. “She deserves it,” I tell her. “We both do.”

Sasha, who’s been lounging against Amiri’s shoulder, perks up at that. He sits forward, his eyes bright with mischief as he looks at me. “She’s fucking precious,” he muses. “If you’re not going to take care of her, I’ve got another space for her.”

Amiri groans, slapping a hand over Sasha’s mouth. “No,” he says firmly. “We absolutely do not have space for another Omega. Don’t even think about it.”

Laughter ripples through the booth, and I shake my head, grinning at the way Sasha rolls his eyes but doesn’t push it. Kolsen mutters something about how he’d lose his mind if he had another Omega to deal with, and Amiri nods along like he’s been through a war. Sasha just smirks, clearly enjoying the chaos he’s causing.

The guys peel away, off to some corner of the club to talk business or whatever the hell they find so important. Puma catches my eye as he goes, giving me a look that’s part warning, part amusement. I roll my eyes, mouthing “I’ll be good,” and then they’re gone. It’s not like I’m going to cause trouble—not tonight, anyway. I lean back in the booth, nursing my drink and taking in the scene.

Then I notice it. Camila’s glass is full and untouched, which is unusual enough to make my brows shoot up. I glance over at her, and she catches my look, her lips curling into a knowing smile. Before I can even ask, she leans in, her voice low so we don’t have to shout over the music.

“Sasha’s hard work paid off,” she says, a little smug and a lot proud.

It takes a second for her words to click and then my eyes widen. “What? Seriously? Why aren’t we celebrating?”

Camila laughs, tipping her head back. “Because I haven’t told anyone yet, dummy.”

“Well, how did it happen? Which position did the trick?” I ask, grinning. Months ago before Camila met her mates, we jokingly printed off a list of sexual positions and things to try. When her mates found it, they took it more as a challenge and as far as I know, she’s done just about every single one of them. By god, some of them would make the devil blush.

Camila laughs harder at that, shaking her head. “I’ll tell them in a bit,” she says, placing a hand over her stomach. “Assuming they don’t notice the belly first.”

“You mean—” I scramble across the booth to get a closer look, peering down at her midsection. Sure enough, there’s the tiniest little bump, barely noticeable under the flowy top she’s wearing. “Oh my god,” I breathe, wrapping her in a hug. “Camila! Congratulations!”

She hugs me back, her laughter turning softer, more private. “Thanks, Vi. I found out a month ago, but I didn’t want to say anything until I was sure. Plus, I’m really enjoying the manhandling, and if Amiri or Kolsen find out, they’ll probably say I’m fragile now or some bullshit.”

I pull back, grinning at her. “You mean they don’t know yet?”

“Not officially,” she says, smirking. “But I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve caught on and are just waiting for me to say it.”

Sofie, who must have caught the tail end of our exchange, pops up beside me. “What’s going on?”

I glance at Camila, who nods, and then I tell Sofie the news. Her face lights up, and she lets out a little squeal before hugging Camila.

“That’s amazing!” Sofie says, practically vibrating with excitement. “But wait, why is it still a secret?”

“Because I’m enjoying my fun,” Camila says, smirking. “The moment they know, they’ll start treating me like I’m made of glass.”

Sofie giggles, leaning against me. “I can’t believe it. It’s almost like old times.”

The words hit me, bittersweet, and I see it in Sofie’s face, too. The memories of those wild nights when it was just the three of us, no packs, no mates, no bonds. Back then, it was all tequila shots and table dancing, laughing until our stomachs hurt, and stumbling home barefoot with our shoes in our hands.

Sofie sighs, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I wish I could get drunk and dance on the tabletops again, but no doubt one of our Alphas would end up punishing me.” Camila and I exchange a look. Then Sofie grins, mischievous and bright. “Actually,” she says, her voice taking on that familiar playful lilt, “not a bad idea. Well, minus the drink part. Wish me luck.” She blows us both a kiss before running off, focus locked on the small detached stage by the front.

Camila watches after her for several moments before her smile flips and she glances back at me. “Wait, why the fuck isn’t Sofie drinking? Bitch, are you holding out on me?” She stares as I dig into my purse and unearth two pregnancy tests I had to stealthily buy two days ago. The signs were all there and we just needed to know. Our Alphas are going to have a fucking heart attack. Her eyes are darting between the tests and me, her gaze narrowing until it clicks. “Bitch, are youbothpregnant?”

I chuckle, nodding. “It seems that the four of them have beenveryeager with all the free time they’ve had and now we’re reaping the rewards.”

“Holy shit and neither of them know?”

“They’re about to. I wanted everyone to see their faces when I tell them the good news.”

Camila snorts. “No, you wanted to watch them freak the fuck out as they realize that they’re going to be dealing with two hormonal, crazy women. Don’t look at me like that. You’re stubborn as hell and Sofie is…” We both look over to see her squealing as Hawk throws her over his shoulder and carries her back toward our table. Our men are slowly meandering back over as Sofie slides in on our side of the booth and I enact my plan the moment Puma comes within ear shot.

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