"River," Seth warns, but he's grinning too.
Bea sits up, keeping the blanket wrapped around herself, and glares at them both. "If you're done being assholes, we need to shower."
"The nest has a shower," River points out helpfully.
"And we're definitely deep-cleaning that couch," Seth adds. "That's where guests sit."
Through the pack bonds, I feel their joy underneath the teasing. They're happy. Happy for us, happy for Bea, happy the pack is complete.
"Come on," I say, standing carefully and pulling Bea up with me. "Let's get cleaned up."
As we head toward the stairs—wrapped in a blanket, covered in evidence of our bonding—River calls after us:
"Next time, use the nest!"
Bea flips him off without looking back, and through all three of our bonds, I feel Seth and River's laughter.
Pack. Complete, chaotic, perfect pack.
Chapter 30
Bea
Iwake up surrounded by alphas and I'm pretty sure this is what heaven feels like.
The nest. Our nest. Where we sleep every night now because apparently my alphas are clingy territorial bastards who can't stand the thought of me being in a different room.
Not that I'm complaining.
Seth is pressed against my back, his arm draped over my waist, his breath warm against my shoulder. River is sprawled on my other side, one leg thrown over mine, snoring softly. And Grayson—I can feel him through the bond even though I can't see him—is awake, watching us from the edge of the nest.
"Morning," he says quietly when my eyes open.
"Creeper," I mutter, but there's no heat in it. Through our bond, I feel his amusement.
"Can't help it. You're all cute when you're sleeping."
"We are not cute."
"You drool."
"I do not—" But Seth's arm tightens around me and I feel his sleepy laughter through our bond.
"You do," he confirms, his voice rough with sleep. "Just a little."
"Traitor." But I'm smiling, sinking back into the warmth of the nest. Into them.
Three bonds hum contentedly in my chest. Seth's warm and steady. River's bright and playful. Grayson's deep and intense. All of them weaving together until I can't tell where I end and they begin.
This. This is what I was so terrified of letting myself want.
River stirs, makes a grumpy sound, and burrows closer. His arm slides around my stomach and he sighs, content.
"Five more minutes," he mumbles.
"You said that twenty minutes ago," Grayson points out.
"And I'll say it again in five minutes." River's voice is muffled against my neck. "Nest is warm. Omega is soft. Not moving."
