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“But bonding—” My voice wavers. “That means forever.”
Brodie’s grip tightens, his eyes burning into mine. “That’s thepoint.”
Tyler kisses my temple, his voice gentle but firm. “We’re not going anywhere, Soph. You don’t get to doubt that.”
Ethan watches me for a long moment before leaning in, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Whenever you’re ready, Omega,” he murmurs, his voice soft but resolute. “We’re yours.”
39
SOPHIE
The past few days have been nothing short of overwhelming—in the best way. My Alphas have spent every moment since the café incident showering me with gifts, each one thoughtful in a way that leaves my heart aching and full.
The delicate necklace around my throat, the one they were picking up the day before, sits warm against my skin, a symbol of them, ofus. Ethan carved a new sign for the Everhart Inn by hand, his precision and care etched into every groove of the wood.
Tyler surprised me with a porch swing—not just any porch swing, but one big enough to fit meandmy oversized Alphas when they inevitably crawl in for cuddles.
And now, a blindfold covers my eyes, heightening every other sense as Brodie’s large, warm hand leads me forward. My boots crunch against gravel, the crisp scent of saltwater mingling with the cool morning air. The blind excitement in my chest flutters wildly as the other two chuckle behind me, their voices low and teasing.
“You sure you trust us, Omega?” Tyler’s voice is pure mischief, his hand holding my elbow as I stumble slightly.
“That depends,” I retort, gripping Brodie’s hand tighter. “You’re not about to lead me off a cliff, are you?”
Ethan exhales, his familiar gruffness making me grin despite my nervous anticipation. “If we wanted you to fall, you’d already be at the bottom.”
I laugh, though my stomach tightens with the sensation of not knowing where I am. But even blindfolded, I feel safe between them, my body humming with our unspoken bond.
“You’ll love it, trust me,” Tyler murmurs, his breath brushing my ear before Brodie finally stops walking.
“Ready?” Brodie asks, his voice softer now, carrying something more—something weighty.
I nod, and his hands reach up, tugging the blindfold away.
My breath catches.
Before me, the harbor stretches out in glimmering blues and silver, the morning light reflecting off the gentle waves. But it’s the sleek boat tied to the dock that steals my attention. It’s beautiful, all smooth curves and polished wood, its deep navy hull rocking slightly with the tide.
“You got a boat?” I blink, my heart hammering at its sheer unexpectedness.
“Had it for years, actually,” Brodie says with a casual shrug, though there’s something in his voice—something softer, almost hesitant. “Left her in the care of the dockmaster when I wasn’t around. Usually, it’s where I stay when I’m in town.”
I turn toward him, eyes wide, completely stunned. “You have a boat?” The excitement is immediate, bubbling inside me before I can contain it. “Brodie, Ilovesailing. I haven’t been on the water since I was a kid!”
His lips twitch, pleased at my reaction, but he nods toward the dock. “I know,” he says. “Figured today was the perfect time to take her out.”
As we step closer, my gaze catches on something that makes my breath hitch. The sleek hull of the boat gleams in the sunlight, and there, painted in elegant script, ismy name.
Oh my god.
My stomach flips, my heart lurching into my throat. “Younamedher after me?” My voice wavers slightly, caught between disbelief and something dangerously close to awe.
Brodie rubs the back of his neck, his ears turning pink. Brodie fucking Callahan is blushing.
“Yeah, well,” he mutters, shifting on his feet. “It seemed fitting.”
I stare at him, my chest aching with something I can’t even name, before I launch myself at him, throwing my arms around his neck. “Iloveit,” I murmur, pressing my face into his shoulder.
His arms tighten around me, and when I pull back, his smirk is back in place, but his eyes are soft. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s take her out.”
