30. Sadie
Sadie
I wake up wrapped in the most perfect sense of belonging I’ve ever experienced.
My body feels incredible—thoroughly claimed and satisfied in ways I didn’t know existed.
The claiming marks on my throat have healed into beautiful silver scars that catch the morning light, but they’re still tender to the touch.
Three distinct marks that make my breath catch when I trace them with careful fingertips.
But it’s more than the delicious ache between my thighs or the way my skin still tingles everywhere they touched me.
The pack bond hums beneath my skin like a second heartbeat.
I can feel Levi’s quiet contentment as he makes coffee downstairs—the familiar ritual grounding him after the intensity of last night.
Reid’s pleased satisfaction drifts up from somewhere in the house, layered with a protective alertness I can feel through our new connection.
Caleb’s awareness settles around me like a blanket as he checks the house with military thoroughness.
It’s not intrusive exactly, but it’s intense. Like having background music that’s turned up just a little too loud, beautiful but overwhelming.
I press my hand to my chest, trying to process the flood of not-my-emotions flowing through bonds that are still raw and new.
Their combined scents cling to my skin—leather, cedar, and bergamot from Reid, cedar and rain from Levi, sandalwood and leather from Caleb. I breathe deeply and feel fresh slick dampen my thighs in response.
Even after the last few days of thorough claiming, my body still craves their touch.
The nest around me smells like all of us now. Like pack. Like home.
“Good morning, gorgeous.” Levi appears in the doorway carrying French toast that smells like cinnamon and home.
His eyes darken immediately when he takes in my appearance—sleep-rumpled hair, claiming marks visible above the sheet, the scent of arousal already building again. “How’s our omega feeling?”
The possessive pronoun sends heat spiraling through me, but it also makes something tight and vulnerable unfurl in my chest. Our omega.
I’m theirs now. Completely, irrevocably theirs.
“Amazing,” I admit, stretching like a cat in the sunlight. “The bond is so incredible. I can feel all of you, and it’s like... like I’m finally complete.”
His smile is brilliant. “That’s exactly how it’s supposed to feel.” He settles beside me, the mattress dipping, and offers me a bite of French toast. “Pack bonds are the most beautiful thing in the world when they’re right.”
The domesticity of being fed breakfast in bed should feel natural, but everything feels heightened now. More significant.
Like even this simple gesture carries the weight of pack care and alpha devotion.
“I can feel how content you are making coffee,” I say, grinning up at him. “And Reid’s satisfaction with whatever he’s working on. And Caleb’s protective vigilance—which is actually kind of sweet.”
“He can’t help himself, the first few days after claiming,” Levi explains with fond amusement. “It’s pure alpha instinct to make sure his omega is safe.”
His thumb traces one of my claiming marks—his mark—and I can’t suppress the soft moan that escapes. The bite is still so sensitive, sending sparks straight to my core.
Fresh slick coats my inner thighs, and through the bond I feel his immediate response to my arousal.
“Still so responsive,” he murmurs, voice going rough. “Even after everything we did to you the last few days.”
I set the plate aside, suddenly much more interested in the alpha beside me than breakfast. “I can’t help it. You make me need things I didn’t know I could want.”
Before he can respond, footsteps on the stairs announce the arrival of the others. Caleb appears first, his presence immediately filling the doorway, followed by Reid who’s fully dressed and carrying what looks like coffee.
“How is she?” Caleb asks, though I can feel through the bond that he already knows I’m perfectly content.
“I’m right here,” I say with a laugh. “And I’m wonderful. Better than wonderful.”
“Good,” he says, settling in the nest to stroke my hair. “You look happy.”
Reid settles on the other side, offering me coffee. “The bonds feel natural already, don’t they? Like they were always supposed to be there.”
“Exactly like that,” I agree, taking the coffee gratefully. “I never knew I was missing something until I found it.”
Caleb’s expression turns sheepish. “Sorry about all the security checking. It’s instinctive. My omega was claimed and now my brain won’t shut up about potential threats.”
“Your omega,” I repeat softly, testing the words. They send warmth spiraling through me.
“That’s what I am now. Yours.”
“Ours,” Reid corrects gently. “And the protective instincts will settle in a few days.”
They dress me carefully, each piece of clothing chosen with deliberate intent. Reid’s soft cashmere sweater that smells like bergamot. Levi’s worn jeans that hang loose on my smaller frame but carry his coffee-and-books scent in every fiber.
Caleb’s thick wool socks that come up to my knees and surround my feet with his clean, masculine scent.
The simple act of being dressed in their clothes feels incredibly intimate now that we’re bonded. More than intimate—like being claimed all over again.
I can feel their satisfaction through the pack bonds as they surround me with their scents.
“You know,” I say, looking down at my ensemble, “I look like I raided a donation bin. Very chic homeless person aesthetic.”
“You look like ours,” Reid corrects, but there’s amusement in his voice. “Though I admit the styling could use work.”
“Hey,” Levi protests. “My jeans are perfectly respectable.”
“On you, maybe. On her, they’re practically falling off.”
“That’s the point,” Caleb says with a grin. “Easy access.”
I swat at him, but I’m laughing. “You’re terrible.”
“You smell like ours,” Caleb observes with deep satisfaction.
“You smell like home,” I whisper, and feel their collective response through the bonds—warm, possessive, utterly devoted.
When they mention showing me the house, excitement bubbles up in my chest.
“I can’t wait to see it,” I say eagerly as we head downstairs. “Our house. I still can’t believe this is real.”
Reid grins at my enthusiasm. “Wait until you see what we planned for you.”
The house tour is everything I dreamed it would be and more. I can feel their emotions as they show me each room—Reid’s pride in the design, Caleb’s satisfaction at the security features, Levi’s quiet happiness at the library space he helped plan.
It’s perfect.
“The kitchen.” Reid leads me into a space that makes my heart soar. White marble countertops, stainless steel appliances, an island big enough for three people to cook together. “When I saw this place, I knew it was perfect for us. Holiday dinners, pack gatherings, whatever you want.”
I run my hand along the marble countertop, grinning. “This is gorgeous. Though I should probably warn you I’m terrible at cooking.”
“That’s what we’re for,” Caleb says with a chuckle. “We’ll teach you. Or just cook for you forever. Either works.”
“I vote for option two,” I say, making them all laugh.
“This could be your office.” Reid shows me a sunny room with built-in bookshelves and a window seat overlooking the garden.
His hand rests on the small of my back, and I can feel his happiness at my obvious delight.
“For business planning, client meetings, whatever you need. I noticed it has a separate entrance when we looked at the place.”
The thoughtfulness makes me turn to kiss him softly. “You thought of everything.”
“I thought of you,” he says simply. Through the bond I can feel how much joy my happiness gives him.
We move through more rooms—formal dining room, cozy living room, half-bath with designer fixtures. Each space is more beautiful than the last, and with each room my excitement grows.
This is really happening. This is really our life now.
When we reach what will clearly be our bedroom—a massive space with a king-size bed that could easily fit all four of us—I can’t contain my happiness anymore.
“Okay, but seriously,” I say, grinning at the enormous bed, “did you buy this thing from a hotel? It’s the size of my entire apartment upstairs.”
“California king,” Reid says proudly. “Custom mattress, organic cotton sheets, hypoallergenic everything.”
“It’s bigger than some people’s living rooms.”
“We needed space for all of us,” Caleb points out reasonably.
“Space for what, exactly? A small army? Are we planning to host sleepovers?”
Levi grins. “Well, when you put it that way...”
I shake my head, but I’m laughing. “You three are ridiculous. And I love you for it.”
“We love you too,” Reid says, pulling me into his arms. “More than you know.”
“I can feel exactly how much through the bonds,” I remind him with a smile. “And it’s incredible.”
“Good,” Caleb says, moving closer. “Because there’s something else we need to tell you about.”
“About what?” I ask, curious rather than worried.
“The debts,” Reid says, his voice carrying quiet satisfaction. “Your shop mortgage, your business loans, everything. I paid them off.” I blink at him, processing this information.
“All of them?”
“Every single one. You’re completely debt-free.” The magnitude of what he’s done hits me, and I step back slightly.
“No. Reid, no, you didn’t. You can’t just—that’s hundreds of thousands of dollars.”
“I can and I did,” he says calmly.
“But I didn’t ask you to do that. I was handling it myself.”
“You were drowning in payments, darling. I have the money, and?—”
“That’s not the point!” I run my hands through my hair, overwhelmed. “I’m supposed to be independent. I’m supposed to take care of my own business.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, meaning it completely. “I do appreciate it, even if it’s overwhelming.”
“You don’t need to thank us,” he says firmly, stepping closer. “That’s not why we did it. Taking care of you is our privilege.”
“Forever,” Caleb adds, and his contentment flows through our connection like warm honey.
“Pack,” Levi says simply, and the word carries every promise they made when they claimed me.
“Show me,” I whisper, grinning up at them. “Show me how much you love me.”
What follows is a celebration rather than a claiming—joyful and passionate and full of laughter. They worship me against the afternoon light streaming through the windows, their hands and mouths and whispered endearments showing me over and over how precious I am to them.
Reid’s control snaps first. His mouth finds mine, demanding but tender, while his hands slide under the borrowed sweater to find my bare skin.
I melt completely against him, my body singing at his touch.
Caleb’s mouth finds my throat, his teeth grazing over the claiming marks until I cry out against Reid’s lips. The sensation of him marking over his own bite makes fresh slick flood between my thighs.
“Right here?” Reid murmurs against my lips when we break apart. “Where the light can touch every inch of you?”
“Yes,” I breathe, shameless in my need. “Show me I’m yours.”
They strip me carefully, reverently, three sets of hands making quick work of borrowed clothes until I’m naked and trembling between them. The afternoon sun streaming through the glass warms my skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat in their eyes.
“Beautiful,” Levi breathes, his hands skimming down my sides. “Our beautiful omega.”
What follows is thorough and claiming and exactly what I want. They take turns worshipping me, filling me, knotting me until I’m boneless and satisfied and drunk on happiness.
Not desperate or needy, but celebratory—like we’re christening our new life together in the most perfect way possible.
By the time they’re done with me, I’m lying in a tangle of limbs on the hardwood floor, completely sated and utterly theirs.
“Perfect,” I sigh, practically purring with contentment. “I can’t believe this is my life now.”
“Better believe it,” Reid says, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. “Because we’re never letting you go.”
“What happens now?” I ask, but I’m smiling because I already know the answer.
“Now we go to sleep,” Caleb says, his hand stroking possessively over my stomach where their cum is still warm inside me. “And tomorrow we start planning our future together.”
“Pack meetings about house colors?” I tease.
“Pack meetings about everything,” Levi confirms with a grin. “Hope you’re ready for a lot of opinions about paint swatches.”
I laugh, feeling lighter and happier than I ever have in my life. “Bring it on.”
The florist who thought she wasn’t meant to be claimed is going to spend the rest of her life learning how to accept love this complete, this overwhelming, this perfect.
It’s terrifying and wonderful and exactly what I want.
And with the pack bonds humming steadily beneath my skin, carrying their absolute devotion and unwavering commitment, I finally believe I deserve it.