Noah Vale. Luca's brother.
"Is that..." I started.
"Yep," Shayla said, already backing away. "And I'm leaving."
"Shayla, wait," Noah called, but she was already disappearing into the crowd.
He stopped next to us, watching her go with a lovesick expression.
"She's going to be the death of me," he muttered.
"You brought this on yourself," Luca said, but he was smiling. "I told you to give her space."
"I tried space. Didn't work. Figured I'd try the direct approach."
"How's that working out for you?" Jaxon asked, amused.
"She asked me to be her date tonight, didn't she?" Noah grinned. "It's progress."
He headed after Shayla, and I shook my head. "Those two are going to be interesting."
"Speaking of interesting," Jaxon said, tugging me toward the edge of the dance floor. "Let's get out of here."
"We can't leave yet," Luca protested. "There are people I need to talk to, sponsors..."
"Vale, you just won Player of the Year and gave a speech claiming your Omega and your former rival as your pack on live television. I think you've done enough networking for one night."
Luca looked like he wanted to argue. Then his eyes met mine and something in his expression softened.
"She does look tired," he conceded.
"I'm not tired," I said. "But I wouldn't mind going home."
Home. The word still felt new. We'd moved into a house together two months ago. Big enough for Luca's need for space, close enough to the city for his training, with a massive garage for Jaxon's bikes and a studio with perfect light for my photography.
And a bedroom with a nest that took up half the room.
"Home it is," Luca said.
We made our way through the crowd, accepting congratulations and deflecting invasive questions with practiced ease. By the time we made it outside to where Jaxon's motorcycle and Luca's car were parked, I was ready to be alone with them.
Just us. No cameras. No judgment. Just our pack.
"Race you home, Vale," Jaxon said, already throwing his leg over his bike.
"We are not racing," Luca said firmly. "Reina's in heels and a dress. She's riding with me."
"Spoilsport."
But Jaxon waited until we were settled in Luca's car before starting his engine.
The drive home was quiet. Luca's hand found mine in the darkness, fingers lacing together. Through the bond, I could feel Jaxon ahead of us on his bike, feel Luca beside me, feel the completeness of our trinity.
"I love you," I said quietly.
"I love you too, Sweetheart."
Through the bond, I felt Jaxon's response even though he couldn't hear me. Love, fierce and absolute.
