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“You don’t have to,” he said. “I’ve got this. And if we’re not done when Benji and Harlan get back, they will join in. What do you want me to do first?”

To my everlasting shame, I let him move every piece of furniture in that bedroom, in my nest, for over three hours. If I’d ever doubted this alpha’s dedication and devotion, I couldn’tnow. Finally, he moved the bed into the exact spot it had been to start with and I yelled, “That’s it. Stop.”

“Like this?” The entire room was back as it had been, with the exception of the afghan and extra pillow. “You sure?”

“I’m more than sure. It’s perfect.” I threw my arms around his neck, wanting to thank him, but the moment my body came into contact with him, the fever was back in full. “Oh, I shouldn’t touch you.”

“Or maybe that’s exactly what you should be doing.” He kissed my forehead, my nose and cheeks, and finally my lips. I melted into him, our tongues tangling, his hands dropping to my bottom to lift me against him.

When we parted, panting, I cupped the back of his head and drew him down to my throat. He knew what I wanted, his fangs scraping my skin before sinking into my flesh. It hurt this time, since I wasn’t in mid-orgasm, but I didn’t care. All three had marked me. All that was left was knotting.

And I wanted it now.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Lily

I wanted all of them, the moment Roan lifted his fangs from my throat, but two of them weren’t home. And with the heat searing me from the inside out, waiting was not an option. I flung myself onto my bed, my nest, and tore at my clothing, needing my skin bared to my mates’ gaze.

All three of my mates.

“Roan, where are Benji and Harlan?”

“I don’t know. They are out somewhere but—”

“Get them. Now.” My snarl sounded more like my wolf than my human self. “Go!”

“I’ll call them.” He didn’t argue, didn’t chastise me for treating an alpha with so little respect. They weren’t like that to start with, but an omega in heat is in total control of the situation. Not herself. Not her body. But the situation? Yea. I got that now. I was learning things all the time.

A sheen of sweat covered my skin, as I lay on the nest, ready for my alphas to take me. Doubts, hesitations, everything was gone. They were supposed to see me through the heat, and I realized now we’d never said what that meant. But we’d built up a trust between us and they were my mates. I retained enough brain power to know that, possibly with my wolf’s help, and if they didn’t get here soon, I was going to find them.

Roan returned from wherever he’d gone to make his calls. “They will be back in about five minutes. I told them the situation, so maybe sooner.”

“That’s so long!” It felt like forever. “What can I do?”

“I’ve got you, omega.” Roan pulled off his shirt and climbed onto the bed next to me. “Until the others come.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Roan

From the second I scented my mate, I knew she was going to change our lives. And when she agreed to let us court her, I didn’t think I could be happier than I was in that moment. But then she’d allowed us to mark her, and the joy that filled me was beyond anything I ever thought possible. I had to remind myself I wasn’t living in some sort of a dream. And if I was, I never wanted to wake up.

And all of that didn’t hold a candle to how I felt waking up with the three of us together in her nest, after knotting her and helping her ride out her heat. Our pack felt like a true, honest-to-goodness pack for the very first time.

I’d expected mating Lily officially would change our bond. How could it not? She was becoming officially ours. What surprised me was thewayit changed, my bond with the alphas of my pack stronger and my beast hyperaware of their animals as well as that of our mate.

It was wonderful, peaceful, and perfect as well as exhausting.

Benji and Harlan were snoring. Lily was too, but I’d never admit that out loud. She’d probably laugh it off, but for some reason, it felt cruel, like I was picking up on her faults. Safe to say, this mating thing had my mind working in weird ways.

I carefully got up and tiptoed out of her nest. My stomach rumbled and, after a quick shower, I headed to the kitchen to cook breakfast. I was not a gifted chef, but I’d watched Lily enough, helping on occasions, to make an acceptable meal. Not fancy by any means, but it would do.

Eggs were hit or miss for me, success wise, so I opted for oatmeal. Lily had taught me a foolproof way to make it and, if allwent well, I wouldn’t somehow botch it up. While it was on the stove, on low, I set up the little buffet of toppings to go with it. I’d always thought oatmeal was gross before eating Lily’s. Now, I loved it.

I placed butter, brown sugar, honey, raisins, dehydrated fruits from the garden, and some nuts in the center of the table. And because I didn’t know Sylvia pretty much at all, and in my mind, I still pictured her being a pre-teen, I put some sprinkles on there as well.

We were having pack breakfast. That was, if Sylvia wanted to join us. We were letting her take the lead on everything. I couldn’t even imagine what she’d been through, and, since she hadn’t been able to speak to us, I wasn’t going to learn much more—at least for a while.

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