“No,” he says, shaking his head. “But it’s not unheard of. Sometimes your body stops responding. Sometimes the dosage needs changing. Sometimes there’s another cause. We won’t know until I check.”
Levi sets the brush aside, his hand settling on my shoulder, warm and steady. “You’ll have time to think about it. No pressure.”
I nod, my throat tight again. Words feel like too much effort right now, and there’s a lump sitting stubbornly at the base of my throat.
They don’t push.
Beau gets up, stretching lazily, and heads downstairs. I hear the faint clatter of a pan, the sizzle of something hitting the heat.
The sound feels almost absurd after the last few days—like stepping back into a normal life I barely remember.
A few minutes later, Beau’s back, holding a plate with scrambled eggs on toast and a mug of tea, steam curling into the air. He sets them in front of me like it’s the most natural thing in the world to cook for someone you’ve just spent three days tangled up with.
“Eat,” he says.
My stomach grumbles like it agrees, and I realize I can’t remember the last proper meal I had. I eat slowly, savoring each bite, the warmth of the tea settling low in my belly.
They all watch me more than I watch them—not in a creepy way, but with the kind of quiet attention that makes my skin prickle.
When I’m done, I sink back automatically, my body finding Levi’s chest again like it’s been there a hundred times before. Simon stretches out beside me, close enough that our legs brush.
It’s warm. Safe.
Panic flickers under my ribs—the sharp, almost reflexive urge to pull back before I get used to this—but it fades under the sheer weight of their presence. They’re all still here. Holding me like they have nowhere else to be.
We spend the next few hours in a haze of stillness. Beau sprawls at the foot of the bed, idly scrolling on his phone, occasionally making some dry comment that makes Levi snort.
Simon reads on his tablet, one arm draped across my waist. Levi absentmindedly strokes my hair, and I let my eyes close for long stretches, too heavy-limbed to do anything else.
Eventually, I stir enough to speak. “You guys are a pack, right?”
Beau nods. “Uh-huh.”
“Do, um… do all packs share an Omega?” I ask. I can’t bring myself to ask if I was special,or if this was just a regular occurrence to them.
Simon shakes his head. “No. Pack dynamics are different. Most packs do share an Omega. Some packs don’t. Some even have a Beta in them. It all depends on the preference of the members.”
“What’s… pack life like?”
Levi makes a thoughtful sound. “Depends on the pack. Some are structured—rules, ranks, routines. Ours is looser. More about trust than hierarchy.”
Beau glances up from his phone. “Means we look out for each other without needing someone to bark orders. We’re equals and, most importantly, friends. We don’t bow down or take orders from anyone.”
“Except you, of course!” Levi says.
I think my cheeks are turning pink. “I didn’t order you.”
The men chuckle. They fuckingchuckle. And I feel my chest warm. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would be in bed with a pack of Alphas and not have the urge to run.
I feelsafe.It’s weird and unsettling how calm I am right now.
“Oh, baby,yes, you did,” Levi says, leaning down so I can hear the smirk in his voice. “You were bossy as hell.”
My face goes hot instantly. “I was not.”
Simon doesn’t even look up from his tablet. “You were. Very demanding. Quite thorough in your requests.”
I groan, covering my face with my hands. “Please tell me you’re making that up.”
