The three of us all, at that exact moment, decide it’s a perfect time to take a drink of water.
“What? What happened?”
Jonah looks at me and Mack and realizes he has to be the one to tell her the news. Good news in my opinion, while also being harrowing in its own right.
“Breaking the restraining order was enough to get him arrested, then they found the contents in his vehicle and home. He’s in jail awaiting trial for stalking, breaking the restraining order, and conspiracy to commit murder,” Jonah says as evenly as possible.
“Excuse me, conspiracy to what?”
“Oh, he wasn’t gonna kill you, just us,” Mack says into his arms, acting like he’s dying.
“Apparently, he was planning to get us out of the picture if we didn’t comply. I think his lawyer is going to plead for Alpha ferality or insanity, but either way, he’s going to be going away for a long time. You don’t have to worry about him.”
Shiloh slow blinks, trying to take all of this in with her dehydrated, starving, post heat brain.
“We’ve let the security detail go, but still have the system set up, just in case. The band has completely renounced him and his behavior, so I don’t think they will be a problem,” Jonah says.
“I think I’ve had just about enough drama for a lifetime,” Shiloh says, still fully taking the severity of the situation in.
My phone dings, and Mack groans in happiness as I go collect the food and bring it into the kitchen. We eat in silence before we all make our way back into the nest and pass out.
Shiloh’s heat might be over, but none of us are ready to be parted from our Omega just yet.
Domesticity wasn’t something I ever strived for. It wasn’t anything I ever had growing up. I grew up on chaos, fear, and freezer dinners.
But now? It’s like a warm blanket that balms my soul.
With so much free time on my hands and a void to fill, Shiloh and I started cooking together. Some of the meals are a disaster, but other times, like tonight, they turn out pretty damn good.
Shiloh is plating the baked ziti as Mack and Jonah end their day at the dinner table.
Mack and I never expected this kind of life, one where pack dinners and movie nights were a common occurrence. Now that we have it, I know we cherish it and appreciate it more than anyone would ever know.
Tonight is about more than dinner though. Shiloh just has no clue.
We’ve made it through another one of her heats, right on schedule as it should be. Now that we know her cycle is on track, it’s time to do something we’ve wanted to do since this Omega landed on our lap.
“We have something for you,” Mack says, handing her a pink envelope.
“What is this? My birthday isn’t for a few more weeks,” she says, grabbing the envelope and giving us all suspicious looks.
While we know traveling isn’t something she aspires to do constantly, like her parents, who we are still happily no contact with, a pack vacation here and there is completely acceptable.
She glances down at the card and then back up at us.
“We’re going to Aruba?” she says excitedly.
“We thought we could invite your Gran, Jonah’s family, some of your friends from your crochet club,” I say and she blinks away emotion.
“They would love that. I love that. God, this place is huge,” she says, looking at the printout of the absolute monstrosity of a house Jonah rented for her birthday.
“We wanted to spend your birthday surrounded by your chosen family, people who love you. You deserve to be celebrated,” Jonah says, and she wraps her arms around his neck and squeezes him tight, before moving on to me, and then sitting on Mack’s lap.
“Thank you so much. I have the best pack in the world,” she says, kissing Mack’s cheek. “Oh, I almost forgot, I got you something too,” she says with a nearly maniacal laugh. “I was going to wait till the summer to give these to you, but since we’ll be headed to the beach in a few short weeks, I can give them to you now.”
She hops off of Mack’s lap and heads to her bedroom.
“I swear to God if it’s some shit with the Eagles on it,” Jonah huffs.
