“Can we go shopping together?” I ask, already imagining thefive of us browsing stores, picking out soft blankets and plush pillows.
“Of course,” Cole confirms. “This is your nest, but we want to help build it with you. Make it ours together.”
Ours.
The word has never sounded sweeter.
EPILOGUE
Dax
Six months later
The coastal highway stretches before us, sun glinting off the ocean to our right. In the rearview mirror, I can see Cole grinning like an idiot while Malik pretends to read something on his phone, but the slight curve of his lips gives him away.
We’re all ridiculously excited about this.
“Think she suspects?” Cole asks for the third time since we left the city.
“No,” Malik says without looking up. “I checked her calendar. She thinks we’re all tied up with the Sterling wedding this weekend.”
“Which we successfully pawned off on the rest of the team,” Jalen adds.
I smirk, taking the familiar turnoff toward the beach house. Our beach house, technically. We bought it two months ago as a pack property, though Sierra doesn’t know that yet. As far asshe’s concerned, she’s renting it for a long weekend of alone time to work on some new design concepts.
“Remember,” Malik says as the house comes into view, “act surprised.”
“I’m not the one who can’t keep a straight face,” Jalen retorts, jabbing his thumb at Cole.
“I can totally keep a straight face!”
“You’re grinning right now.”
“That’s because I’m thinking about Sierra’s face when she sees us.”
He’s not wrong. Our omega has gotten increasingly adorable over the past six months as she’s settled into the pack. The merger of our businesses went smoother than any of us expected. Turns out Sierra’s creative vision combined with ours really is unstoppable. Smith and Knightley Events has already landed three major contracts that neither company could have secured alone.
But more than the business success, it’s watching Sierra bloom as our omega that makes my chest swell with satisfaction. The way she’s made our house a home, filled her nest room with soft things in sage green and cream and dusty rose. The way she bosses us around when we’re being idiots, takes care of us when we’re stressed, and fits so perfectly into our pack that I can barely remember what life was like before her.
The way she still blushes when we call her ours.
I pull up in front of the beach house, parking next to Sierra’s sedan. The weather is perfect. Sunny and warm with just enough breeze to keep it comfortable. Nothing like the storm that trapped us here together six months ago.
Though that storm was the best thing that ever happened to us.
“Okay,” I say, cutting the engine. “Everyone ready?”
“Born ready,” Cole says, already unbuckling his seatbelt.
We pile out of the truck and head up to the front door. Iknock, trying to keep my expression neutral even though my heart is pounding with anticipation.
The door swings open, and there she is. Our beautiful omega, wearing nothing but a sleep tee that hits mid-thigh, her hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun, her cheeks dusted with what looks like flour.
She blinks at us, her mouth dropping open in exaggerated surprise. “What are you doing here? This is my rental!”
“Really?” I say, matching her tone of mock confusion. “That’s so weird. Because we definitely booked this place for the weekend.”
“Stupid rental company,” Jalen adds, shaking his head sadly. “Must have double-booked us.”
