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There was something different to his voice. “Right now?” Nic asked in disbelief.

“Right fucking now. It just hit her.”

“Holy shit,” Nic cursed. He turned around, grabbing as many bags as he could. Tate even helped, and between the three of them, they were able to get the bags in out of the cold.

When Nic pushed open the front door, the scent about knocked him over, and he was just a beta.

He turned wide eyes to his alpha companions, finding their jaws clenched as her scent hit them.

Oh shit.

Was this gonna be bad? This was probably gonna be bad.

“Is that a tent?” Griffith asked. “In my living room?”

Chapter 35

WENDY

“You did this for me?” Wendy asked, dropping the plastic bags by the couch.

She covered her mouth with her hands, eyes wide as she took in the living room.

“We spend more time down here anyway… but I know you’re afraid of hurting Griffith’s feelings,” Arlo explained, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck.

Wendy couldn’t put her voice to any words yet. The living room looked completely different. Most notably, the fucking cone-shaped nest hanging from the ceiling!

The couch was to her right when she walked in, facing the room and stairs. It opened the floor up dramatically, making space for their little project.

“How’d you do this?” she asked, voice breathy.

She moved closer, spying a giant hook from the ceiling. The draped fabric was attached there, and…

“Suction cups,” Arlo explained. “Came with the kit. How else were we supposed to get them to stay put?”

“Can I?”

Tate and Arlo each grabbed a flap of the entrance and pulled it back.

Later, Wendy might be embarrassed about the squeak that left her as she dove for the entrance. It was much roomier inside than she expected. The lights from outside the nest gave everything a soft glow. The two mattresses were still pushed together, and it seemed like every pillow and blanket in the house had finally made it down there. It was an explosion of rainbow, mismatched comfort.

“Is it… okay?” Tate asked, voice soft.

Wendy crawled back to the entrance and grinned up at the alphas.

“It’s perfect. I just need to fix it first,” she said. “Stay there.”

Before they could answer, Wendy turned her back and began grabbing blankets and pillows and rearranging them. She used several of the comforters to outline the mattresses, opening the space a little more by widening the drape of the fabric.

Lifting a plush orange blanket, she held it to her nose and inhaled, finding a hit of fresh tobacco in a creamy package and hints of smooth musky smoke on an early morning.

Tate and Arlo had really outdone themselves. As she nested, tension she didn’t even know she was still carrying drained from her shoulders, even though she was working up a sweat. By the time she was done, she wiped her forehead and sucked in a breath.

It was the most perfect nest she’d ever had. The Sterling Pack had designed the nest in the house for her, and while it had worked well enough for her heats, it wasn’t hers.

This one, however, was perfect.

But something was still missing. It wasn’t right yet. Why?