My lips quirked into a smile. “Gunnar is never going to let them live that down.”
Sarah shook her head. “He and Jameson were best friends. Your dad isn’t here to scare the shit out of those alphas, so Gunnar takes his role as surrogate dad very seriously.”
This time, I couldn’t stop a few tears from falling. “I miss them.”
“I know, honey. I miss them, too.”
We looked across at the festival. Carmen was leading an impromptu dance class between booths while Stanley shouted something about blocking the walkways.
“Your parents would be so proud of the life you’ve created here. I know I’m damn proud of you. And those alphas of yours might know shit about boating, but whew, they’re hot. Good choice.”
I snorted out a laugh. “Oh my god, Sarah.”
“Psh, I might be old, but I haveeyes.”
I gestured for my guys to introduce themselves to Sarah and Anna. Gunnar remained silent, just stared them down, eyes blazing.
“That guy is scary as shit,” Easton said once Sarah dragged her alphas into the festival.
“I still can’t believe you crashed my boat,” I said.My Sweet Olivehad been rescued from the rocks and was now sitting in the marina, ready for repairs.
“You make one mistake,” Easton said. I elbowed his side, which probably hurt my elbow more than him. He just wrapped his armsaround me. “I was thinking—since we’re a pack now, what’s going to be our pack name?”
“Oh.” My chest filled with excitement as it finally sank in that we were apack. I hadn’t dared to dream they would want forever with me, so I hadn’t even thought about a pack name.
“We’ve got West, Ford, Andersson-Spring, and Harvest,” Finn said.
“I’m happy with any of them,” Lars said. “Maybe West because of the lighthouse? People in town already call it the West Lighthouse.”
Easton groaned. “I would be Easton West. Everyone would call me a compass.”
Lars snorted a laugh.
“It’s better than Olive Autumn Harvest,” I said. “My grandma on my mom’s side was named Autumn, and I don’t think my parents put together the wholeautumn harvestthing.”
“I love your name, though,” Finn said. “Perfect for the Harvest Queen.”
I smiled and stood on my tiptoes to kiss his bond mark, earning me a growl and a slap on the ass.
“You don’t want to keep your name, Easton?” I asked.
His jaw hardened. “Definitely not.”
I ran my hand through his long curls, wishing I could take away the pain of his upbringing. His expression softened, and he leaned into my touch, kissing my palm.
“Lars?” I asked.
“We could always hyphenate to be Pack Autumn-Spring,” he mused.
I froze until a pulse of amusement reached me through the bond. I shoved him, laughing. “Please, no.”
He chuckled. “Well, then. I think the choice is obvious. We’ll be Pack Harvest to honor the omega at the center of our lives and the parents at the center of hers.”
I sniffled as my eyes filled with tears. “Fuck, you can’t just say things like that.”
“Pack Harvest. I love it.” Easton wrapped me in a tight hug, Finnand Lars joining in until I was completely wrapped up with them—drenched in their scents and surrounded by their love.
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