Page 112 of Scrum Heat

Iwake up to warmth—the kind that settles under your skin and hums low and constant, like it belongs there.

Finn’s arm is slung over my waist, his breath steady against the back of my neck. He’s still half-asleep, but he shifts when I stir, pulling me in tighter. His fingers curl at my side, like he doesn’t want to let go.

And the bond…

Oh, the bond isthere.

Not sharp or intrusive, but fully present; settled somewhere deep and comfortable within me now.

Finn’s happiness hums quietly through the bond—soft and golden, like warmth soaking through skin on a slow morning. It wraps around me, gentle and full, pressing at my chest with so much affection it almost steals my breath.

And then there’s Jax.

He’s not here, but I feel him just as strongly. That steady presence, that quiet watchfulness. There’s no rush to it—justcalm assurance, and the solid weight of someone who doesn’t say much butmeanseverything.

And it hits me, all at once: he’spleased. Content, even. With me. With Finn. Withus.

It’s a quiet kind of approval, but it lands deep, and it shakes me more than I want to admit.

Two bonds. Two Alphas stitched into my skin, their emotions tucked into the spaces between heartbeats. It’s a lot. And it’s...good. Safe and overwhelming, but not in a way that makes me—just in a way that reminds me I’ll never be the same again.

I breathe through it, eyes on the ceiling, trying to steady the swirl in my chest.

Because I want the other two.

Not because I feel as though I have to, or because the Omega Safety Compliance Board is breathing down our necks with their rules and regulations, but because Iwantthem.Badly.

But wanting them doesn’t cancel out the panic quietly unraveling in my brain.

What if this all goes wrong? What if this—me—messes everything up?

They’ve got a semi-final coming up: their biggest game of the season, and against one of their longest standing rival clubs, no less.

Denton Vale. Scouts. Pressure. Their literal futures on the line.

And here I am—omega in their bed, tangled in their scents, bonded to half the pack and wanting more.

What if this distracts them? What if they miss plays or lose focus because of me?

What if someone uses me against them?

Theo’s already trying to plan our bonding schedule like it’s a military op while Rory’s burying his head in the sand and acting like none of it’s happening. Jax is probably downstairs with black coffee and a carving knife, pretending he doesn’t feel things, while Finn is wrapped around me like I’m something worth keeping.

And I didn’tmeanfor any of this to happen.

I just wanted a quiet job in a quiet town. A fresh start. A blank slate where I could find a place for myself andnotbe guilted into bonding with a Nigel. Instead, I’m in a bed that smells like cinnamon and skin and alpha, bonded to two of them, aching for the rest, and trying not to let the weight of it crush me before breakfast.

Finn shifts behind me, warm and sleepy. He makes a soft noise—half sigh, half satisfied little growl—and pulls me closer. His lips brush my shoulder, and I smile.

Because no matter how complicated this is, no matter how many people are watching or whispering or waiting for us to fall apart… this feelsright.

“Still breathing?” he murmurs against my skin, voice scratchy and sweet.

“Barely,” I whisper, smiling wider.

His arm tightens around my waist. “Good. You smell like contentment and sex andmine.”

I laugh—quietly, because my body’s still recovering from… well,him. “Very romantic.”

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