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SOPHIE
The morning light spills through the frost-kissed windows, casting a golden glow across the room. I stretch lazily beneath the heavy weight of the blankets, my body sinking deeper into the nest I’ve built—warm, soft, safe.
My hair is still damp from the shower Ethan insisted I take before I crawled back into bed, but the heat of the room has dried most of it, leaving the ends curling against my shoulders.
The scent of them still lingers around me, woven into the blankets, the pillows, my nest is saturated in them, and my Omega purrs with contentment.
I sigh, watching the sunlight dance across the wall. The slow, rhythmic rise and fall of my chest match the quiet peace that hums beneath my skin. The fever of my heat has finally passed, leaving behind a deep satisfaction that settles into my bones.
There’s no urgency now, no desperate, consuming need—just a quiet, contented warmth that pulses through me.
Through the slightly open window, I can hear them outside, their deep voices carried by the crisp morning air. Laughter rumbles between them, mingling with the rhythmic scrape of shovels against packed snow.
I don’t have to look to know what they’re doing—clearing the drive, making sure everything is safe, tending to our home even though the roads will be cleared by this evening. Because that’s what this is now.Home.
The thought settles over me, as golden and warm as the morning sun. I never thought I’d have this—never thought I’d want it. But here, wrapped in the scent of my Alphas, in the space we built together, I finally let myself admit the truth that has been creeping closer and closer for weeks.
I love them.
All of them.
Ethan, with his quiet strength and fierce protectiveness. Tyler, with his easy charm and unwavering loyalty. Brodie, who grounds me with a single look, who sees through every wall I’ve ever built and refuses to let me hide.
I turn my face into the pillow, inhaling deeply. Their scents surround me, wrapping around me like an embrace, and I know, without hesitation, that I am exactly where I’m meant to be. My heart swells with it—with them.
I shift slightly, burrowing deeper into the nest, so only my face peeks out of the covers, allowing myself just a few more moments of indulgence before I have to rise. But not yet. Not when the world feels so perfect.
When hope sits so heavily in my chest, pressing against my ribs like it’s been waiting for me to notice it all along, I almost let myself sink into it—almost let myself believe that this happiness is mine to keep.
But then, a whisper of doubt slips in, curling around the edges of my mind, so quiet at first that I barely notice it. But it grows, weaving into my thoughts, filling the spaces where certainty should be.
What if I’m not enough? What if they don’t want me?
The thought slithers in, uninvited, a sharp contrast to the peace I had only moments ago. I don’t know how to be a proper Omega—not the way others do. I wasn’t raised in a pack and didn’t grow up surrounded by Alphas who taught me what it meant to belong, to submit, to trust.
My parents were never there. It was always just me and the inn, my Aunt doing the best she could while running a business. She never really showed me what it meant to bethis.
An Omega.
A mate.
A mother.
My stomach knots at the thought. Because what if that’s next? What if my body is already preparing for something I don’t know how to give?
The idea of carrying a pup, of being responsible for another life, of being the kind of mother I never had—it terrifies me. I barely know how to be someone’s Omega. What if I fail them? What if I fail at being what they need?
The blankets that had felt so warm and comforting now feel suffocating. My breath comes a little faster, and my chest tightens with uncertainty.
I press my palms into my temples, trying to shove the thoughts away, but they keep coming. What if I’m too stubborn, too independent? What if I don’t know how to let them take care of me the way an Omega is supposed to?
I’ve spent so long being anywhere but where I belong. So long pretending I didn’t need anyone, that I could handle everything on my own. And now, when I finally have something real, something worth holding onto…what if I don’t knowhow?
I swallow against the rising panic, close my eyes, and force a deep, long breath. “All right, girl, dial a lifeline.”
I grab my phone off the nightstand and unlock it with shaky fingers, scrolling to the one person who might understand. The only other Omega I trust enough to talk to about this.
