I check the time. Nearly midnight.
Elijah:It’s late.
Ben:I don’t care if it’s 3am, tell me how it went
Milo:Put him out of his misery. He’s been pacing for two hours.
I think about Tessa in my arms. The way she kissed me. The sounds she made when I touched her. The way she laughed, bright and surprised, when I said something that wasn’t even trying to be funny.
Elijah:It went well.
Ben:WELL??? That’s all I get???
Elijah:She said she wants this. Wants us. All of us.
The chat goes quiet for a moment.
Ben:Holy shit
Milo:Really?
Elijah:She wants to go slow. But she’s letting us in.
Ben:She said yes. After everything. She actually said yes.
Milo:She’s not saying yes to bonding. Not yet. But she’s saying yes to trying.
Elijah:That’s enough.
Ben:That’s everything.
I stare at the screen, at the three of us in this group chat we started the day she left the cabin, when everything changed. Three alphas who wanted the same omega. Who agreed, that first night, that we’d do this together or not at all.
Elijah:So what now?
Ben:The fundraiser. I’ve got a plan.
Milo:Why does that terrify me?
Ben:Trust me. She’s going to know exactly how serious we are.
I should probably be worried. Ben’s plans tend to be chaotic at best.
But I’m too happy to care.
Elijah:Fine.
Ben:Goodnight, assholes. Big weekend ahead.
Milo:Night.
Elijah:Goodnight.
I plug in my phone and close my eyes. Her scent is still in my nose, her taste still on my lips. And for the first time in three years, when I think about the future, I don’t see myself alone.
I see her. And Ben. And Milo.
A pack.
