Page 134 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
All six alphas stare at me again, waiting for my reaction.
“You’d do that for me?” I say quietly.
“Yes,” they all say, pretty much in unison.
I laugh, tears spilling down my cheeks all over again. I really need to get a grip on these hormones.
“We’re going to sign the land over to you, Bea. It’s going to be yours, to do with as you wish.”
“Mine?” They nod. “I won’t want to do anything with it – well maybe clean the beach up some more – but other than that I’d want to leave it exactly as it is.”
“Entirely your decision.”
“Won’t it cost you money? Lots of money?” Axel and Angel both shrug like money is of no concern to them. “And your business reputations?”
“The only person we’re interested in making a good impression on is you, sweetheart.”
“You’re doing a good job,” I laugh, “a very good job,” I add, glancing around at my heavenly nest. I wonder if they would build me a matching one down by the beach.
“About time we did,” Silver says.
“And you … you really want me for this pack?”
“Omega,” Axel says, “we’ve faced bullets for you. We’re gifting you land worth millions. I hear Hardy even got his eyes fucking tested for you and Nate gave you his knife. Is there any doubt how much we want you?”
I laugh harder, the tears running over my chin and splashing onto my dress.
“So what do you say?” Hardy asks from behind me. “We want you, baby girl, but do you want us?”
“Boom,” I splutter through the tears.
“What does that mean, sweetheart?” Axel asks softly.
“It means yes, asshole,” Nate says, lunging for me. “It means yes!”
“Does it?” Hardy asks, the rest of the pack, looking unsure.
“It does,” I say, giggling, as Nate showers me with wet kisses. “It means, yes, please. Let’s give this a try.”
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Axel
It takesme a moment to catch my breath. To catch my breath and realize my fucking eyes are wet and my freaking cheeks too.
I blink the tears away, staring transfixed at the girl none of us assholes deserve, but who has, somehow, chosen us.
I never cry. Not after the accident when they told me my football days were over. Not when dad died. Not even when the doctors said there was nothing more they could do for mom.
All those three things broke me in half and smashed a hammer through my life. But they didn’t make me cry.
But this? This news. The best possible news. This makes me cry.
I swipe at my eyes, watching as she’s sandwiched between Hardy and Nate in a crazy love-in.
I glance over at my little brother and he looks up at me too, a wide smile on his face. He has the best fucking smile in the world. Better even than our omega’s. I spent most of my childhood trying to make him smile like that, trying to make him laugh.
I’m going to spend the rest of my adult days trying to make all of them smile like that.
