“How long did my heat last?”
“Eight days.”
I jolted. “What?”
His chest shook with laughter. “I’m pretty sure you fucked King and Leo into a coma. They’re asleep in the nest.”
“No coma for you?” I asked, feeling oddly perturbed at the idea that I hadn’t worn him out.
“Nah, but that’s only because my alpha is as fucking desperate for you as your omega is for me. For us.”
I supposed that was acceptable. I pressed a tender kiss to the bond mark on his neck. “How was it for you?”
“The best fucking week of my life.” His strong hands massaged the knots out of my exhausted limbs. “I was scared I would hurt you, but even in rut, I can’t bear the idea of you being in pain.”
I pressed my smile to his damp skin. “I could have told you that.”
“I shouldn’t have doubted.”
I was a relaxed rag doll as Wilder finished washing my body, got me out of the tub, and wrapped me in a huge towel. He brought me back to the nest, where he fed me a cinnamon roll and fruitsmoothie—both courtesy of Summer, who had apparently dropped off heat snacks for all of us.
King and Leo moved closer to me in their sleep until I was curled up among all three of my guys. All those years of waiting and hoping for my pack were worth it.
I drifted off with a smile on my lips.
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Lucy
HoroscopePisces
Pisces, after a season of self-discovery, summer invites you to flirt with your newfound confidence, knowing that the groundwork of spring will guide you toward lasting security for you and the ones you love.
“Drumroll please!”
My guys, Felix, and Blossom sat at the large table in my shop, staring at me expectantly.
“Umm, I don’t hear any drumroll sounds.” I raised my eyebrows.
King furrowed his brow. “Oh, I thought that was just a thing people said.”
I let out an impatient huff, my hands on my hips.
Leo elbowed both alphas. “Cue us again, azizam.”
“All right! Drumroll please.”
Wilder tapped on the table, King made a noise no one would ever mistake for a drum, and Leo made a barely passableba-da-ba-dasound. Felix, on the other hand, flicked his tail like he couldn’t believe I’d suggested he do something so undignified, and Blossom flopped over on the table, fast asleep.
I snorted. “That was terrible. Let’s not do that again. But here’s the grand reveal!” I zipped open the garment bag and pulled out three button-down shirts.
“Woah.” Leo got up from his chair to get a closer look, King and Wilder following close behind. “Those are amazing.”
Today was the Swedish Midsummer Festival—a celebration of the first day of summer and one of my favorite days of the year. OnceI’d recovered from my heat, I’d jumped into making everyone’s Midsummer outfits. I sewed my guys a pair of slacks and a matching button-down—Wilder’s was dark burgundy, King’s was navy, and Leo’s was olive green. That had been the easy part. The delicate floral embroidery on the collars and down the sides of each pant leg was what had kept me at my shop late at night, my guys blowing up my phone because it was “cuddling time”—King’s words, not mine.
“These are seriously amazing,” Wilder said.
King kissed the top of my head. “I can’t wait for all of us to be matching. Do you like your outfit, Felix?”
