“Can you accept all that?” she asks, her eyes still closed, as if afraid of our reaction. “Are you okay with the knowledge that there are going to be days where I’m trapped in my head?”
There’s a beat of silence, and I look between Travis and Rowan.
I already know their answer, so I decide to speak for them.
“If you’re asking if we can accept that you’re human,” I say slowly, “then the answer is yes.”
Blair opens her eyes to meet mine.
“The Blair that we love has been shaped by everything she’s been through in life. That’s what makes youyou, sweetheart. We don’t just accept you. We’re so in love with you that we can barely breathe.”
Confessing my love to her was easier than I thought, especially when I’m speaking for my entire pack.
Her eyes widen from a second, and her scent deepens. Then, a brilliant smile crosses her face, and she visibly relaxes.
“Good,” she says. “Because I love all three of you, too.”
34
BLAIR
They love me.
I am loved.
It’s humbling to hear.
It’s not just about being their scent match.
There’s a deep, genuine respect I have for the three of them.
They responded to me and my trauma with patience, kindness, and more understanding that I could have ever imagined.
They want me forme, broken parts and all.
I shouldn’t have been surprised that our reunion triggered my Heat—being away from the pack made me physically ill, and now that I can drown in their scents again, my is more sensitive than it’s ever been.
After calling Piper and telling her I’ll be taking that extra week off I originally planned for, the four of us end up on the comfy couch in their living room. I lean against Ryland’s chestwith my feet in Travis’ lap while Rowan gathers more nesting blankets.
Any other time, I would insist that I could do it all myself, but I’m addicted to my Alphas’ touches.
The thought of stepping away from them for even a moment makes my inner Omega anxious.
I don’t know what it is about Ryland running his fingers through my hair, but I can’t stop moaning at the tingles that dance along my scalp. Travis digs deeply into the arch of my foot with his thumb, massaging tension out.
Could being away from them for just a week make me this touch starved?
Rowan returns with a handful of blankets, many of them I’ve never seen before. He grins wickedly at me before depositing them on the couch and draping one over me.
“I’m never going to get up,” I murmur.
“You don’t have to,” Ryland says, his purr increasing. “Just stay here and feel good.”
The touches and their company are incredible—but the ache in my womb only grows, and it isn’t long before I’m whimpering. Sweat beads at my forehead, and my scent blossoms across the living room.
“Too much?” Travis asks me, his dark eyes knowing as he smirks. For good measure, he presses one more time against the arch of my foot, and I let out a strangled cry.
“You know it is,” I hiss, while Ryland groans behind me. I shift against him, and his hardness presses against my back.
