“You can’t have a formally registered pack without an officially identified omega,” I throw my final card on the table. “You deserve a family.”
“A family is what we’ll have with you,” Zach says softly. “Who cares if it’s formally registered as a pack or not?”
“And you are our omega,” Ryder adds. “Fuck what the official papers say. Fuck the system. Fuck what everyone else says.”
“Anarchy, then?”
“No. Not anarchy. But also not accepting the state dictating to us what we are supposed to be. Freedom, while not harming others. Isn’t that what democracy is all about?”
I’m crying again, dammit. I need to stop.
“Woman. Our woman.” Someone’s arms are around me, then all three of them are embracing me, the flowers falling to the floor, their sweet scent mixing with my men’s musk. “Our sweet girl. Our good girl.”
The world is brightening again. And it stays bright.
53
COCO
We eventually make it into my apartment. It feels way too small with the three alphas jammed inside. It’s as if all the air has been sucked out of my little living room when they half-carry me there and pile together with me on my sofa.
The sofa where I bawled my eyes out, thinking I’ll probably never see my men again.
They sit and balance me in their laps, stretching me out between them, stroking my face, my arms, my legs. They seem at ease, sitting together. They really have been meeting a lot, the random thought hitting me in the feels. Meeting up to discuss creating a pack.
For me.
Even though they had sworn they didn’t want a pack. Even though they don’t seem to be into each other sexually. That didn’t matter. They changed their minds because of me. Thought about it, talked, and decided they’d do this so we could all be together.
Fulfilling my desires.
And obviously being happy and at peace with it, too.
I turn until I’m lying on my side on top of their muscular thighs. That puts me almost at eye-level with their crotches and I think having me in their arms and their laps hasn’t left them unaffected. I grin a little at the bulges facing me.
And why not? Why shouldn’t I touch?
I’m not ready to face the emotions coursing through me yet. They’d tear me apart. I’d start crying again and we’ve had enough of that, thank you very much. Next on the menu is naked alphas, surrounding me, touching me, making me forget the turmoil I went through this past week.
This past year.
All my life.
Let them convince me, no, remind me that I am who I am and that’s perfectly fine, touch me as they would an omega, their omega, and let me finally feel good in my skin again.
A pack of three alphas.
All my dreams have come true.
Though they’re better than any dream, any hope, because they are amazing and much more than I could ever imagine.
“Candy girl?” Ryder shifts a little underneath me, groans. “You’re aroused. You know I can smell that, right?”
“Like a hound,” I mutter, smirking.
“Dammit,” Zach says. “I’m so hard for you.”
As he should be.
