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“You don’t have to carry me, you know,” she murmurs sleepily. “I can walk.”
I chuckle softly. “I know, love. But I like taking care of you.”
We reach the bedroom, and I gently set her down on the bed. She looks up at me, her green eyes heavy-lidded but still sparkling with affection.
“Stay with me?” she murmurs.
My heart swells at her request. “Always,” I reply, kicking off my shoes and climbing onto the bed beside her.
Lily immediately curls into me, her head resting on my chest. I wrap my arms around her, marvelling at how perfectly she fits against me. We lie there in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence.
“Sam?” Lily says softly after a few minutes.
“Hmm?”
“I’m really happy.”
I press a kiss to the top of her head. “Me too, love. Me too.”
As Lily’s breathing evens out and she drifts off to sleep, I find myself reflecting on how much has changed in such a short time. Just weeks ago, I was resigned to a life of being part of an incomplete pack, watching Jack pine for Lily from afar. Now, here I am, holding our mate in my arms, part of a loving and true pack.
The door creaks open softly, and I look up to see Jack and Max entering the room. They smile at the sight of Lily curled up against me.
“Room for two more?” Jack whispers.
I nod, carefully shifting to make space without disturbing Lily. Jack settles in on her other side, while Max takes up position at the foot of the bed. It’s a tight fit, but we make it work.
As we lie there, surrounded by the scents of pack and mate, I feel a profound sense of rightness. This is where we belong. This is home.
“I never thought I’d have this like this,” Max murmurs, echoing his earlier sentiment.
“Me neither,” Jack admits. “But now that we do, I can’t imagine life any other way.”
I murmur my agreement, gently stroking Lily’s hair. She stirs slightly, mumbling something incoherent before settling back into sleep. “We’re three lucky alphas.”
“That we are,” Jack agrees. “That we are.”
Chapter 50
Lily
I’m in my element, surrounded by buckets of flowers, reels of ribbon, and strings of twinkling fairy lights. The Summer Fair has snuck up on me, and now it is just hours away, and there’s still so much to do.
“Sam, can you hang that garland a little higher?” I call out, gesturing to the floral arrangement draped across the entrance. “It needs to be the first thing people see when they walk up to the fair.”
Sam nods, his firefighter’s physique coming in handy at times like these. I appreciate the view as his tight tee rides up, revealing a strip of toned abs as he stretches up on his tiptoes to adjust the garland over the tunnel made from willow branches, which Jack created and is absolutely gorgeous. We are taking it back to the farmhouse after this to use at my shop.
“Eyes on the flowers, Lily,” Jack teases as he passes by with an armful of centrepieces. I stick my tongue out at him playfully, feeling a rush of affection for my alphas.
The small park is slowly transforming into a magical woodland scene, befitting our ‘Midsummer Night’s Dream’ theme. Delicate fairy lights twinkle among lush greenery, while vibrant wildflowers add splashes of colour throughout the space.It’s coming together beautifully, but my perfectionist nature won’t let me relax just yet.
“Jack, how are those table settings coming along?” I ask, turning to where he’s arranging small posies on each table.
“Almost done, princess,” he replies with a grin. “Though I think I might be developing hay fever from all these flowers.”
I laugh, shaking my head fondly. “You’ll survive, I’m sure, and if not, I have tablets in my handbag.”
“You’re a queen!” he exclaims with a laugh, but I know he’s joking. A gardener with hay fever is like an airline pilot with motion sickness. Not the best job match.
