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I pull out my phone and type quickly into the pack group chat.

Piers: Mandatory pack meeting tonight. After Cammie goes to bed.

I can’t wait to add her to this channel. But not yet. Not until she admits she belongs here with all of us.

From where I’m standing, I watch Finn pick up his phone, glance at the screen, and set it back down without reacting. Cammie turns her head toward him, saying something too soft for me to hear. Finn leans in and kisses her in an unhurried way.

She melts into it. I can see the way her hips shift, the soft roll of her ass grinding back against him. Fuck. I want that to be me. Maybe it could have been, if I’d been home more instead of handling everything else. But I had something important to do. She said the house was boring, so I’ve been fixing that. Something special. Just for her.

I push off the doorframe and walk away quietly down the hall, already turning over in my mind what I’m going to say at the meeting tonight. This pack is going to secure what’s ours. And I’m going to make damn sure we do it right.

The door to my office clicks shut behind the last of them. Finn walks in last, practically glowing. He’s got that soft, dazed look on his face. The one that says he’s been wrapped up in Cammie for hours. Her addictive vanilla-lavender scent clings to him heavily.

Beck is on him instantly. He leans in, nose going straight to Finn’s neck, breathing deep. “Fuck, you smell like her. How is that even fair?”

Even Leith leans in enough to sneak a slow inhale, eyes half-closed.

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Have a seat. We have a lot to discuss tonight.”

Beck ignores me completely. He’s still got his face buried in Finn’s neck, making a low, greedy sound. Finn flushes but doesn’t pull away.

“Beck,” I growl. “Sit your ass down. You can smell Finn later.”

Beck flips me off without even looking, then takes one last long, dramatic sniff before finally dropping into the leather chair across from my desk.

“Easy for you to say,” he grumbles. “I just worked three straight eighteen-hour shifts covering for two assholes on vacation. And I have to go back in a few hours. The least I should get is a few good whiffs of our omega on Finn.”

Leith settles into his usual spot on the couch along the wall, silent but clearly amused. Finn sits beside him, still looking a little dazed and very satisfied with himself. I prop against the front edge of my desk.

“Alright,” I say. “Let’s talk about Cammie.” I look around at the three of them. “What are we doing here? Are we a pack?”

Beck leans back in his chair with a shit-eating grin. “Since this is a pack meeting, I’m gonna go ahead and say… yeah.”

I shoot him a withering look. “I’m talking about Cammie, Beck.”

I turn my attention to Finn and Leith, pinning them with a hard stare. “Are you two in?”

Finn doesn’t even hesitate. “I’m in,” he says quietly, but there’s steel in his voice. “She’s not my scent match, but… she’s it for me. I don’t want any other omega.”

Beck lets out a loud “Hell yeah!” and actually does a little fist pump in his seat like an overgrown frat boy.

Leith stays silent for a long moment, jaw tight, eyes on the floor. I let the silence stretch, pushing just a hint of alpha dominance into the room. It’s not enough to force him, but enough to make it clear this matters.

Finally, Leith exhales through his nose. “I want to try,” he says, almost grudgingly.

That’s enough.

I clap my hands together once, sharp and decisive. “Okay then. Here’s the plan.” I look at each of them in turn. “We set up routines. Dates. Gifts. Snuggles. All of it. We stop treating her like a guest we’re protecting and start treating her like our omega. Because that’s what she is.”

Beck immediately leans forward with a wicked grin. “Hell yes. I’ve got all the snuggles covered. Just point me in her direction and I’ll handle the rest.”

Leith cuts in before I can respond. “Dates stay at the house. At least for now. No going out until we have eyes on Shayna Cummins.”

I nod. “Still nothing on her?”

Leith’s jaw tightens. “She abandoned her apartment. No one’s seen her.”

Beck shifts in his seat. “Maybe she’s gone. Got scared off after the flowers.”