Shit. The mirror. Callum. The claiming. Arkan. Baylin. My fuckingpack!
I’m tangled between three massive bodies on the fur hide in front of my fireplace. The fire has died down to embers, but I’m not cold. Not with Baylin’s chest pressed against my back, his arm weighing across my waist. Callum’s sprawled on my other side, one ridiculously heavy leg thrown over mine. And Arkan is at my feet, his hand wrapped around my ankle like he needs to touch me even in sleep.
The bond in my chest hums contentedly. Three golden threads, bright and strong. Permanent.
I’m theirs. How the hell did this happen?
But for the first time in years…maybe ever…I’m not lonely.
“You’re thinking too loud again,” Baylin rumbles against my neck.
“I didn’t make a sound!” I protest.
“Can feel it through the bond.” His huge arm tightens around my waist. “You okay?”
Am I okay? I’ve been claimed by three wolf shifters. Knotted repeatedly. Marked and bitten and filled with their seed. My skin still buzzes where Baylin’s teeth broke skin. The magic mirror I’ve relied on for years is shattered on the floor.
“I am,” I whisper with a smile. “Better than okay.”
Callum stirs beside me, his beautiful pale eyes fluttering open. “Good morning, Omega.” He grins. “How are you feeling?”
“Sore. Exhausted.” I fucking giggle, me giggling, when he nuzzles the side of my neck. “Thoroughly used.”
“Perfect,” Arkan says from my feet, in a voice that’s still rough with sleep. “Exactly how it should be.”
I laugh.
Actual laughter. God, when was the last time I laughed?
All three alphas go still, staring at me.
“What?” I ask.
“That’s the first time we’ve heard you laugh,” Callum answers in his low, gravelly voice. “It’s beautiful.”
Heat floods my face. “It’s just a laugh.”
“It’s everything,” Baylin corrects. “Our omega, happy. That’s all we need.”
Our bond flare warm in my chest, and I realize I can feel their relief, their contentment, their fierce protectiveness.
They’re happy becauseI’mhappy.
“We should move,” Arkan says, though he doesn’t budge. “Get you cleaned up. Fed.”
“Probably,” I agree, but I don’t make any effort to stand either.
“In a minute,” Callum decides, pulling me closer. “Right now I’m enjoying having our omega between us.”
We stay like that for a long while…just existing together, the bond humming between us. But eventually my stomach growls loudly enough that all three of my mates hear it.
“Food,” Baylin chuckles. “Now.”
“I can call…” I start to sit up.
All three of them growl.
“You’re not doing anything,” Callum says. “You’re going to let us take care of you.”
