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Dylan gasps. “Wait. Santa won’t know where I am? We have to at least go see Santa, then. I don’t want to miss out on any presents.”

Hawk laughs. “Santa doesn’t bring grown-ups presents.”

“No?” Dylan’s face falls. “That makes me sad.”

“I think you are quite mistaken,” Sasha tells my youngest, booping him on the nose. “Santa brings presents to all. Just because you not see presents does not mean they do not exist.”

Jasper considers that before turning back to me, and I could kiss both of them right now. His curiosity has taken over his need to throw a tantrum. “Is that true? Does Santa bring you presents?”

I nod. “He does.”

“Huh.” Jasper looks at Dylan, Sasha, and Lee. “All of you?”

The three of them nod.

“Then we just go see Santa,” Hawk declares. “We don’t want anyone missing out on presents from him.”

“Okay. That sounds like a plan. We’ll make it as fast as we can, but if you need to take a nap, Jasper, you let me know.”

I can already tell by the set of his face, he won’t be doing any such thing.

“It’s okay,” Lee assures us. “If anyone gets tired, we won’t have to leave. There are three strong alphas here. We can hold anyone who needs a break.”

“And what if I’m the one who needs a break?” I ask, delighted in the way they’re working together to make this happen for my kids.

“That why we have big one.” Sasha nods at Dylan, and I almost die from laughing.

As soon as the car starts up, both boys are out. “We can go back to the compound. I’d rather they got to sleep.”

“Absolutely not.” Dylan shakes his head. “Lee wasn’t joking. We’ll carry the boys straight to the front of the line if we have to. We’re going to make sure those boys don’t have to worry about Santa not getting gifts for them.”

Is it possible to fall for men simply for how they treat your kids? Because I feel like that’s exactly what’s happening right now.

I’m so screwed.

Is thirteen people too many for a pack? I’m asking for a friend.

Chapter Twenty-seven

Emilia

“I’m so tired,” I complain as Evangeline straightens the folds of my dress for tonight’s rose ceremony. As always, it’s gorgeous and something I probably never would’ve chosen for myself, but I’ve learned to trust Evangeline. If she says it’ll look good, then I know it will.

She snickers as she stands, reaching over to adjust the bodice until it sits right. “That’s what happens when you have to get up early with your kids for Christmas, then decide to let your omega fuck you all night—all while your alpha watches.”

“Wilder did more than watch,” I argue, my face growing red.

“That doesn’t change the chain of events, my friend.”

Instead of answering her, I give her the finger.

Mainly because I know she’s right.

It also didn’t help that I hadn’t slept well on Christmas Eve. I was too worried about having my family, the boys, and the suitors in one place for most of the day.

Plus, wrapping last-minute presents and making sure everyone had a present from Santa under the tree.

But yesterday went off without a hitch. Everyone had a great time—my boys, most of all. It had been a great day.

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