Page 95 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

Gunnar lets out a soft chuckle as he feeds me another bite, his other hand stroking my thighs with deliberate intent, making my pussy throb.

“Gunnar, hold off on touching her like that,” Damon barks, and I blink in shock.

He’s never told any of his pack members to stop touching me—ever.

“Damon?” I say, my voice a low hiss. Gunnar doesn’t respond.

I can’t let Damon bully the others, even though he’s the pack leader. I quickly jump to my feet, my heart pounding with adrenaline.

“I don’t want you making rash decisions,” Damon says, brushing off his hands on a napkin as he approaches me. He looks uncharacteristically nervous as he stares down at me, fiddling with something in the pocket of his shorts.

“Decisions about…?”

“Lena, my love,” he says, dropping to one knee before me. He clasps one of my hands, his thumb tenderly stroking my skin. “Don’t be upset. I just didn’t want anyone to turn you on or make you feel aroused. I need a clear decision from you about what I’m about to ask.”

My heart starts to race. I know where this is going, and a happy flutter goes through me.

“What… what are you about to ask?” I whisper.

“The day you came into my life changed me for the better. I didn’t know what I was missing until I found you. You are our omega, the mother of our pups, and the love of my life. I would be lost without you, and I can’t imagine going another day without making you mine. Will you marry me and my pack?”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a beautiful ring.

The band is platinum, with a huge square-cut diamond in the center, flanked on either side by sapphires. It’s stunning and sparkles brilliantly in the fading afternoon sun.

“Yes,” I sob, happiness radiating from me in waves. “Of course, I’ll marry you! I love you so much!”

Tears stream down my face, but they’re the good kind—the kind that’s an excess outpouring of love with nowhere to go. I launch myself at him, throwing my arms around his neck. My belly gets in the way somewhat, but he still catches me easily, laughing as he holds me.

He captures my lips in a searing kiss before kissing the tears on my cheeks and then sliding the ring onto my finger. It’s a perfect fit, and I hold up my hand, admiring how the diamond shines and sparkles in the sun.

“It’s so pretty,” I whisper, my heart bursting at the adoration on his face. “I’m so lucky.”

“I think we’re the lucky ones,” he murmurs, kissing me again.

“Phew, she said yes,” says Gunnar, laughing as I hug him next. “I thought Damon was in for it after what he pulled.”

“I’m okay,” I reassure him. “I’m more than happy.”

“I can see that,” he says, nibbling my neck and making me blush. Pulling away, I turn to Max next, and his eyes glow with joy at our engagement.

“Our fiancée,” says Max, kissing me square on the mouth, and I kiss him back.

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After the barbecue,the alphas led me into the bathroom so we could wash up.

Damon has installed a large hot tub-like bathtub in the main bathroom—big enough to fit the four of us if we want to bathe together, which is often the case. He starts filling the tub when Max and Gunnar join us.

Each of them starts lighting a few candles and placing them around the bathroom.

Damon adds some bubble bath to the water, ensuring it’s suitably fluffy, then checks that the water is at the perfect temperature before turning it off. I undress, and he helps me into the tub before undressing and getting in himself.

I sigh in contentment when the other two join us, and the four of us settle in to relax in the hot water together.

“I could get used to this,” I murmur, and Max chuckles.

“Good thing it’s forever, then,” he replies, winking at me.

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