Page 100 of Stuck with my Pack
I blink, momentarily stunned.
Tyler lets out a sharp bark of laughter from the swing. “Oh,brutal, sweetheart.”
Sophie winks at him, completely unrepentant. “And suite four has guests arriving in two hours,” she adds, tossing the words over her shoulder as she disappears inside.
Ethan chuckles, shaking his head. “Who’s been giving her lessons on being a tease? She knows what she’s doing.”
I groan, adjusting myself as I glare at Tyler, who is still grinning like an idiot. “Laugh it up, jackass.”
Tyler smirks. “Hey, I’m just enjoying the show.”
I shake my head but can’t fight the small, satisfied smile tugging at my lips as I watch Sophie disappear into the inn.
Yeah. She knows exactly what she’s doing. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
EPLIOGUE: SOPHIE
Everhart Inn stands tall and proud beneath the crisp autumn sky, golden leaves swirling in the breeze as I move through the kitchen, wiping down the last of the dishes from the wedding season’s final event.
The scent of fresh coffee lingers in the air, mingling with the warm spices of the cinnamon rolls cooling on the counter. The inn is no longer just a building—it’s a thriving, living thing, pulsing with life and love.
Guests come and go, filling the halls with laughter, and yet, there’s always a moment of stillness in the mornings when I can breathe, reveling in the home I never knew I wanted.
The sound of deep voices and distant hammering drifts in from outside. Ethan, Brodie, and Tyler are chopping wood by the side of the inn, preparing for the colder nights to come.
I pause at the kitchen window, watching them for a moment, a warmth blooming in my chest. My Alphas. My pack. My home.
I never thought I would find this. A place to belong. A place to be loved. And yet, here I am—completely, utterly happy.
The front door creaks open, and I turn as Lily steps inside, shaking off the autumn chill and carrying her daughter—now nearly a year old—bundled against her chest.
The tiny pup squirms in her mother’s arms, letting out a soft whimper before Lily sets her down, and she immediately takes off crawling across the wooden floor with determined little hands.
I grin, crouching down to scoop her up, inhaling the sweet, milky scent of her soft baby skin.
“She’s getting so big,” I murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.
Lily chuckles, unwrapping her scarf. “Tell me about it. I swear she was just born yesterday.”
Behind her, four other Omegas step inside, shedding their coats with laughter and easy conversation. Over the past year, I’ve built something more than just an inn—I’ve built friendships, a sisterhood, a pack of my own outside of my Alphas.
They greet me with warm hugs, their scents familiar, their presence grounding in a way I didn’t realize I needed until now.
We settle in the kitchen, mugs of tea and coffee cradled in our hands, chatting about life, the inn, and the whirlwind of my first year back in Twilight Harbor.
Lily nudges me playfully. “You know, for someone who swore up and down that she wasn’t staying, you sure did plant some deep roots here.”
One of the other Omegas, Gentry, laughs and shakes her head. “And now the whole town is wrapped around your finger.”
I roll my eyes, but my heart swells with happiness. I glance toward the window, watching as my Alphas work outside.
The conversation around me softens, the laughter fading into a comfortable silence. I set my mug down, my heart pounding in my chest, my hands trembling slightly as I exhale.
“So, about putting down roots, there’s something I need to tell you all,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
Lily and the others lean in, their expressions shifting into curiosity, sensing the change in the air. I swallow hard, my hand drifting to my stomach, a gesture I haven’t been able to stop myself from making these past few weeks. “I’m pregnant.”
The room is silent for a moment, the weight of my words sinking in. Then it erupts—gasps, squeals, hands reaching for me, tears of joy spilling over.
