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We stay locked together, breathing hard. I curl against his broad chest, cheek pressed to warm skin and ink, his arms banding around me like a living shield. His knot pulses inside me, keeping us joined, keeping the worst of the heat at bay for now.

He presses soft kisses to the top of my hair, murmuring apologies and love between each one.

“I’m so sorry I ever made you doubt us,” he whispers. “I love you. I love every brilliant, stubborn part of you.”

I tilt my face up and kiss the tear from his cheek. “I love you too,” I breathe. “All of you. Exactly like this.”

The other alphas are settled around the edges of the nest. Their presence surrounds us completely, warm and safe, while Chase and I remain locked in the center.

Jamie slides in on my left, his golden amber and warm vanilla scent blooming like sunlight across my skin. Adrian takes the space on my right, his cool rain on stone and crisp paper ink grounding me with every breath. Alex kneels at the foot of the sunken bed, his dark cedarwood and pepper wrapping around my ankles like a vow.

The fullness of Chase’s knot keeps the worst of the fever at bay, an anchor that lets my body relax for the first time in hours. My breathing slows. The painful cramps have faded to a distant memory, replaced by waves of deep, shimmering relief.

Jamie reaches for a glass of cool water he must have prepared earlier. He holds it to my lips, one hand cradling the back of my head. “Small sips, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice lined with that familiar playful tenderness.

I drink between soft sighs, the water sliding down my throat like a blessing. Each swallow chases away the last traces of dryness, and Jamie smiles down at me, his light blue eyes sparkling with contentment. “There you go. We have you.”

Adrian’s fingers thread through my hair next, slow and rhythmic strokes that pull a happy hum from my chest. “You’re doing so well,” he whispers. “So strong. So perfect for us. Let the heat take what it needs. We’re right here with you.”

Alex rests a strong hand on my calf, his thumb tracing gentle circles against my skin. The touch is a grounding anchor, connecting me to the earth even while I float in the haze. His cedarwood scent deepens, rich and commanding yet wrapped in care.

“This is only the first wave,” Alex says gently, his voice low and measured so it eases over all of us. “The heat will build again. Hotter. Longer cycles until your body is fully sated. We are here for all of it, Elodie. However many days it takes. Every wave, every moment… you can let go and know that we have you.”

I nod against Chase’s chest, my cheek pressed to the warm skin and beautiful black ink that covers him. The words feel hazy in my mind, but the certainty inside me burns brighter than the fever. “I’m ready,” I whisper, voice thick with emotion and need. “I want this. To be part of our pack. Properly.”

I remain joined with Chase, his knot still locked deep inside me, keeping me safe and full and cherished. The weight of my words settle between us all.

For a long moment the nest is perfectly still. Then the relief hits them like a wave I can feel against my skin. Jamie lets out a shaky laugh that sounds half like a sob, his hand finding mine and squeezing tight. “God, Elodie,” he breathes, voice thick with everything he can’t quite say. “You have no idea how long we have waited to hear you say that. To hear you choose us.”

Adrian’s fingers pause in my hair. When he speaks his tone is reverent. “You’re ours now. And we’re yours. No more distance. No more doubt. We’ll prove every single day that this pack is exactly where you belong.”

Chase’s arms band tighter around me, his broad chest rising and falling beneath my cheek. I feel the tremor run through him, the way his knot pulses once in answer to my words. “Thank you,” he whispers against the top of my head, voice raw. “Thank you for trusting us with this. With you. I swear we will never take it for granted.”

Alex’s hand stays unwaveringly on my calf, but his cedarwood scent deepens, rich with emotion he rarely shows so openly. “You are part of our pack now, Elodie. Officially, completely… we are going to spend the rest of our lives making sure you never regret choosing us.”

Their relief and joy wrap around me, warm and bright and so full of love that tears prick at the corners of my eyes again. I let my lashes drift shut, half dozing against Chase’s chest while their scents braid even tighter in the air. The knot inside me throbs gently, a constant reminder that I am safe, that I am held, that I am home.

Despite my body, the knot, everything that has happened… pure exhaustion washes over me. My limbs go limp as I nuzzle against Chase, sleep finding me.

I wake slowly on Chase’s broad chest, my cheek pressed to warm skin and the beautiful black ink that covers him. His knot has softened and slipped free while we slept, leaving me achingly empty.

The sudden realization of the absence makes my core throb with fresh need. Slick and come coats my thighs, cool and slippery against my overheated skin, and every tiny shift sends a pulse of hunger straight to my clit. My body is already demanding more, greedy and relentless now that the first wave has broken.

Chase is still fast asleep beneath me, his breathing deep and even. One heavy, muscled arm drapes protectively across my back, holding me close even in unconsciousness. The pine forest and clean musk of him clings to my skin, grounding and masculine, but it isn’t enough anymore. The heat inside me surges again, sharper and hungrier than before, licking up my spine and pooling low in my belly until I can’t stay still.

I shift restlessly against him, hips rolling on instinct. A needy whine slips from my throat before I can catch it. The sound is desperate, almost embarrassing, but it only makes more slick rush between my legs.

My gaze drifts across the nest until it lands on Adrian. He lies on his side just an arm’s length away, sweater still on, glasses folded neatly beside him. Instinct pulls me toward him at once.

I reach for him, fingers brushing the wool of his sweater, and his rain on stone scent hits me like a cool breeze across fevered skin. It soothes the burn and excites it at the same time, making my nipples tighten and my pussy clench around nothing.

Adrian’s green eyes open instantly, clear and focused even through the haze of sleep. A knowing smile curves his mouth as he takes in the flush on my cheeks and the way my thighs press together.

I don’t wait for words. I crawl out from under Chase’s arm and into Adrian’s waiting embrace, my bare breasts brushing the rough wool on his chest as I press my mouth to his in a hungry kiss.

I moan into him, already rocking against the growing hardness I feel beneath his slacks, desperate for him to fill the aching emptiness Chase left behind.

Adrian’s mouth is sure against mine. His kiss starts slow, almost reverent, his tongue sliding against mine at a pace that makes my pulse throb between my legs. His hands move over my skin with careful worship, palms gliding down my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts until my nipples tighten into aching peaks. Every touch sends sparks racing straight to my core. I moan into his mouth, already rocking against the hard length I feel pressing against my thigh through his slacks.