Which is honestly wild, because usually I sleep through earthquakes, thunderstorms, and Pine's snoring. But this morning something feels different. Warm. Heavy. Important.
I'm tucked between all three alphas like I'm the center of some very muscular, very protective universe.
Pine is behind me, one arm draped over my waist, his chest pressed to my back like he's guarding me even in his dreams. His breath is slow and even against my neck, and I can smell that pine scent even stronger this close, mixed with sleep and warmth. Jett is in front of me, curled close, his leg between mine, breath warm against my collarbone. His hair is a disaster and tickling my chin. And Cassian is at the foot of the bed, one big hand wrapped around my ankle like even unconscious he's refusing to let me drift too far.
And I just take a second.
To breathe them in.
To feel the weight of them around me, solid and real and here.
To realize that I've never felt safer in my life.
My heart does this stupid soft flip that I refuse to examine too closely.
Cassian is the first one to stir. His eyes open slowly, unfocused at first, then zeroing in on my face like waking up to me is his favorite thing he's ever done. His hand squeezes my ankle gently.
"Hey," he whispers, voice rough from sleep.
"Morning," I whisper back.
He shifts closer, eyes narrowing a little as he studies my face. His thumb rubs a slow circle against my ankle bone. "You're thinking too loud."
I release a shaky breath. Might as well say it.
"I want it," I tell him quietly. "The ceremony today."
Cassian goes very still.
Behind me, Pine wakes like someone flipped a switch with just a soft inhale, then his hand tightens on my waist. His fingers spread wide against my stomach like he's trying to cover as much of me as possible.
Jett lifts his head, hair a mess, eyes sharp and focused instantly. He pulls back just enough to look at me properly.
None of them speak at first.
They just look at me.
Like I've handed them something sacred.
"Sharon," Jett says softly, his voice still scratchy with sleep, "are you sure?"
"I'm sure." My voice doesn't even wobble. "I want to be yours. All the way. No halfway versions."
"Okay," Pine says quietly, still holding me close. His lips brush the back of my neck when he speaks. "I'll make the calls."
"Let's get this show on the road!" The excitement bursts out of me before I can stop it, loud enough that all three of them grin.
I'm so fucking excited. Everything I could ever want and more is happening today.
We drive to a small chapel on the outskirts of Pine Hollow. It’s beautiful and simple, the kind of place that looks like it was built for moments exactly like this. Warm light glows through the windows, and for a second I have to remind myself to breathe.
Inside, familiar faces wait for us.
Xavier is the first to grin and pull all three alphas into a hug like this is the best day of his life. Logan and Griff are right behind him, offering quiet congratulations and squeezing my hands like they’re welcoming me into some secret club I didn’t know I wanted to join. Savannah practically bounces toward me, arms wrapped tight around my shoulders before I can say a word, whispering that she’s proud of me and that I look gorgeous. Jessica hangs back at first, but when she steps forward, she hugs me too, quick and warm, her smile surprisingly soft.
It hits me all at once that they’re here for us. For me. For this pack we’re building.
The officiant, a woman with kind eyes and an expression that says she sees this sort of thing all the time, steps toward us and smiles like she already knows we’re ready.
