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Damn. She caught me.
My lips twitch up. “You know me too well, little one.”
With a shrug, she jaunts to the door. The light in her eyes is both mischievous and full of adoration as she reaches for me. “Hold my hand, Daddy?”
I tuck her right under my arm and wind our fingers together for good measure. “Always, baby girl.”
Outside the private dressing room, the roar of the crowd fills the hallway. Security officers flanking our door fall into step, leading us out of the concrete maze.
Our bonding launched our pack’s notoriety into a whole new stratosphere. Meg still manages all our social media accounts. With each of us having tens of millions of followers, it’s a full-time job. She still likes to run the team’s PR, too. Her creativity and trendspotting continue to blow me away.
By now, I know what to expect when she pulls her phone out. While we walk the long corridor, she pans her camera around, gathering snippets she’ll use later to make something impressive.
The League made arrangements for the families of the players and celebrities. Since we’re both, Meg and I are some of last ones out of the private tunnel. When we emerge onto the stadium’s club level, which has been cleared for public figures, the crowds above and below us go wild. The Jumbotron hanging over the field lights up, showing our faces—featuring my aviators and Meg’s favorite orange-heart sunglasses.
Typical hip-hop music pumps through the air. Early evening light slants in through the opening at the apex of the stadium’s dome, gilding the air with a golden glow.
Meg jerks to a halt, her hand squeezing mine. I watch while she looks around, soaking in our surroundings. Reminding me to do the same.
I find myself grinning. Our team, our pack—my pack—we’re actually fucking here. We did this. Together.
Our omega’s deep-seated certainty bubbles through our bond. She turns and flashes me the best smile in the universe.
“We’re going to win.”
“Here you go Mrs. Matthews.” I hand my packmate’s mother the drink she requested and receive a beaming smile in return.
The small, plump woman looks nothing like our omega, but her warm demeanor reminds me of Meg. I knew they would adore each other, but I’m not sure I’ve ever met a mother-in-law who loves her daughter-in-law quite as much as Matilda Matthews.
Theo’s whole family came to visit at Christmas time, assuming the two-month cushion after our bonding would allow us all plenty of time to work through our honeymoon phase.
Or so we thought, anyway.
The fact that one of his relatives almost walked in on us six different times would indicate otherwise.
We were on our best behavior, but when there are five people in a bond, the odds one of you will get turned on and trigger a chain reaction is a bit higher than average.
A lot higher.
Luckily, the entire Matthews family is as easy-going and good-humored as Theo. They thoroughly enjoyed teasing all of us. One of his dads even started wearing a bell around his neck as a joke.
Meg fell in with both alphas and their daughters effortlessly, but she formed a special attachment to Matilda. Once Mrs. Matthews heard about Meg’s childhood, the sweet omega made it her mission to give our omega all the mothering she missed out on.
I’m beginning to suspect she plans to do the same for me.
Matilda pats my cheek softly, raising one thin blonde eyebrow. “Now, Arch, you know you’re supposed to call me Mom. Or do I need to start calling you Dr. Monroe?”
One of Theo’s fathers—Pop, I think—drops down into the seat beside Matilda. “Leave the man alone, darling,” he chuckles. “Tensions are high around here.”
“No idea why,” my favorite voice chimes. “I already told Ronan we’re going to win.”
I feel Meg before I see her. She’s a rush in my veins. Sparks of joy in my chest. The light of my life.
I grab her through the bond and tug. She appears at my side half a second later, giggling quietly at the way I mentally yanked her over. “Miss me?”
I miss her every second. And also never. It’s an endless cycle of longing and having. To think of her is to want her. Thankfully, she’s always with me. In me.
I’m still not over the miracle of it four months later.
