Page 87 of Dragon's Revenge

Delton opened another box, careful to not cut too deep and damage any of his books. He was carefully shelving them in the built-in bookcases that Leon, one of the former Murphy omegas who’d come with Fallon, had built. He’d proven to be a remarkably talented carpenter, and he’d been immediately put to work, much to his own joy. “Thank you. They do make me happy.”

“I know.” Adar grinned. “That was clear when you started unpacking these first, even before we set up the bedrooms and the kitchen.”

Oops. Delton immediately put the book down he’d been about to place on the shelf. “You’re right. I should do that first.”

“Nope, we’ve got that covered. Oliver is handling the kitchen with Fallon, and Yitro is making the beds. You focus on your books and your office, baby. You need that to feel at home.”

Delton couldn’t resist. He stepped close, his mate immediately opening his arms and pulling him close for a hug. “Thank you,” Delton whispered against his chest. “For understanding me.”

Adar kissed the top of his head. “Always. I’m so grateful we could make this happen.”

He took a moment to enjoy being close to his mate, then, with reluctance, let go again. If he wanted to get organized over the weekend so he’d be up and running again on Monday, he’d better keep going.

“I’m gonna put Oliver’s bed together,” Adar said, heading into the smallest room in their cabin, which would be Oliver’s.

A cabin of their own had not been guaranteed with so many newcomers needing a place to sleep. And Servas still being sick as a dog from his pregnancy and unable to lead the construction guys had been an extra complication. But everyone had stepped up, including guys from the Hayes pack, and new cabins had sprouted up in rapid succession. Luckily, the weather had cooperated. Severe frost or snow would’ve made all this impossible, but the winter had been mild so far.

They’d been assigned the cabin Oliver had shared with two other omegas, who’d been moved into one of the newer cabins. Those were smaller and less suitable for families, especially if said family needed separate bedrooms like the three of them did, plus a large office where Delton could do his sessions. It would get tight if they decided to have kids—Oliver hadn’t made up his mind yet if he wanted biological kids, but fostering and adopting were options too—but Sivney had assured them that if necessary, they’d build an extra room. Delton had no worries. The pack always did what was needed to make things work.

Delton unpacked one box of books after the other until he had a whole pile of empty boxes and a wall of filled bookcases. He blew out a breath. Adar hadn’t been wrong. Delton did need his books to feel at home. His office had been freshly painted in a soothing color scheme of forest green with pastel yellow, and the cream-colored carpet was soft and fluffy. Comfortable chairs were placed around a low coffee table, and he had a love seat, too, for when he did couples therapy. Everything looked inviting and warm, but it hadn’t felt like home until he’d put all his books on the shelves. Funny how that worked.

“Dinner’s ready!” Oliver called out, and a deep joy surged inside Delton. The fact that Oliver was not only using his voice but was actually shouting was nothing short of a miracle, and Delton was so, so grateful for it. Oh, the omega still had bad days, even horrible ones, and he’d had more flashbacks, but he was fighting his way through it with remarkable and admirable tenacity.

When he stepped into the homey kitchen, he blinked. Instead of the half-unpacked boxes he’d expected to find, the kitchen was spotless, everything well organized, and the round table was set for three. “Wow, this looks amazing.”

Oliver beamed. “Fallon and I worked hard to get it done. And Lev brought over his hearty barley soup for us to eat, with freshly baked bread.”

Delton’s mouth watered. “That sounds amazing.”

“It smells amazing too,” Adar said, inhaling deeply. As if on cue, his stomach rumbled, and they all laughed.

Oliver served them all a bowl of soup and sliced the bread, handing Adar two big slices. The man literally ate twice as much as Delton and Oliver combined.

“The bedrooms are all done,” Adar said. “I put the beds together and Yitro helped me unpack all the bed linens, then made the beds. All our clothes are in the closets too.”

Delton frowned. “What still needs to be done then? Because the kitchen looks perfect, and my office is done too.”

Adar shrugged. “All the boxes are unpacked.”

“You’re telling me we moved and unpacked everything in one day?”

“I guess so. We had a lot of help.”

“I think everyone knew this was important to us,” Oliver said softly. “We had to wait a while for this.”

“Six weeks isn’t that long,” Delton said.

“It is in this pack. Things usually move fast here,” Adar pointed out.

True. And Delton had been impatient to start the next phase of their lives. Now that he’d finally found happiness with his mates, he wanted to be with them as much as he could. They all felt that way, which made Delton even more grateful.

Even after they’d accepted they were mates, he’d feared being the odd one out, the third wheel, but he wasn’t. Somehow, they’d truly become a threesome, all three so very different yet equal and connected to each other. They had to work for it, but that was to be expected. Nothing good ever came without effort. But they’d learned to communicate, to talk, and they were getting better at it.

“Speaking of things moving fast,” Adar continued. “Isam renovated the shed we always use for our…sessions.”

Delton raised his eyebrows. “He did? I didn’t know you’d put in a request for that.”

“I didn’t. He took it upon himself to do it. He made a new bench, a little higher than before, so it would be at the perfect height for you to use.”

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