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I reached out through the bond, scenting dark spicy woods and currant, my other alpha stirring. Asleep. It was safe. I inhaled, smelling sweet amber and moss, my other packmate. I felt him through my bond with my alpha, lingering worry.

They were worried. Milk and honey filled my senses, and I rubbed my face into his chest. My omega. My love.

A memory hit me—pain and fear, falling from the sky, falling from a chair—and I whimpered. Immediately my pack reassured me.

Safety. Love. Contentment. We were safe in the nest. I gathered up some blankets and tucked them around my alpha and omega. I moved some pillows, shifting them behind my other alpha, and pulled up another blanket.

My omega gave me a sleepy look. He looked tired. I tried to reach out to him through the bond and remembered he wasn’tbonded in yet. I rubbed my chin on his shoulder. No matter, he was still my pack. The first one.

“I love you.” He ran his hands through my hair. “Yes, I’m yours. I’m theirs too.”

I hummed in agreement.

“Come back to us,” he whispered, a thread of worry in his voice.

I chirped, wondering what was upsetting him. I looked around, but only pack was in the nest. I patted his chest, fuzzy confusion making it hard to think. I closed my eyes, and behind me, my alpha started to purr.

“You okay?” my other omega asked. Sweet amber wafted closer, and I sniffed his arm. The green moss note was lovely.

I wiggled out of my alpha’s arms so I could settle between my omegas. We were safe. They would know; they were omegas too. Our alphas bookended us.

“Come back to us, sweet girl.” My omega tightened his arms around me. His voice tickled my memory. There was…something there. I made a noise in the back of my throat.

He started singing, and the voice soothed me. Sank deep into me, in the places where only the bonds lived, in my heart. I sighed, and electric excitement zipped into me from the alphas.

He sang to me softly. It was too hard to concentrate enough to understand what he was saying, so I heard the emotions. The love and loss, the heartbreak. He sang and sang until I drifted off, feeling safer than I had in a while.

When I woke up again, I was hungry. I stirred, the nest feeling warm and comfy. It was almost time again, for the omega who wasn’t pack but still family. My pack was pleased when I let him poke me with a…thing.

I reached for the idea, but it swam away. My alpha shifted, the spicy dark woods and currant scent a comfort. I wiggled around my omega and cuddled against him.

He started talking to me, but the words were too hard to understand. Instead, I focused on the steady pulse of love I felt through the bond. He shifted out of the nest and brought us food.

Food. I ate it because I knew it would make my pack happy.

I climbed out of the nest and waited. The other omega came back in a cloud of coconut and pineapple, softly smelling like linen and skies. He chatted, happy, and I let him take more…something. I pressed my face into my alpha’s neck and let the omega do it. It made them so happy when he did.

We went into the house then, the scents of my family around me. Bright pictures moved, too confusing to follow, but it was a nice noise to wash over me while I napped.

We crawled into the nest later, after eating more, snuggling more. The sweet amber and moss scent of my omega was getting stronger, sweeter. The moss earthier. The scent reminded me of the other ways my pack could touch me. I crawled into the nest and crawled on top of him.

He laughed. “Hi.”

I rubbed my face in his neck, wanting more of that amber scent to cover me. His scent spiked, getting sweeter, and at the same time the pack’s scents grew around me. Milk, honey, and almonds,; spicy woods and currant; and tropical citrus. Delicious. I licked his neck, my pussy convulsing at the thought of having him so near.

Mine, I thought.Mine, mine, mine. It was a chant and a plea. I nipped his neck, raking my hands down his shirt. He arched underneath me, gasping. Yes, this is what I wanted, what I needed. My own scent of lemon cake grew stronger, and I felt heady desire curl through the bond.

I pulled his shirt off, his pants down, licking my way over his body. Tasting him. He tasted sweeter, his amber and moss scentso strong. Heat. Breeding. My instincts clamored to have him, take him. Give him what he needed.

He was panting, whining underneath me. I leaned over and kissed my other omega. He plunged his tongue into my mouth, and we entwined around our new omega. Through the bond, excitement and hot desire ran through me, like a river of love.

I ground my hips against him, and he whimpered. “Oh, please, Ember.”

Ember. A name. Mine. Memories tickled me, trying to surface.

I moved his pants down with the help of my other omega and slid myself down onto him. I cried out; this was what we needed, what he was craving. Our bodies together, making ourselves like one, like the bonds that connected us.

I gasped and lifted myself up, sliding onto him over and over. He chanted my name—Rian, my brain supplied,your omega’s name is Rian—and drove him inside me. He came with a shout, and I followed him, pleasure coursing through me.