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Christa

Iwoke slowly, surfacing through warmth and comfort like drifting up from a deep, sweet dream. My body was heavy with sleep, but not in a bad way.

It was safe.

Comforting.

Everything I didn't know I was missing.

Okay, who was I kidding? I knew I was missing it, I just ignored how much I craved it.

The room was dim, the curtains drawn against the light, but it was warm and quiet. We were in a nest.

I've never been in one.

Never even thought this would be in the cards for me.

Someone was breathing softly against the back of my neck, and another arm was thrown across my waist. My legs weretangled with someone else's, and the slow rise and fall of deep breaths surrounded me like waves.

Their scents were everywhere, surrounding me, settling into me, in a way that I hoped I would never get rid of.

I opened my eyes to take a peek at the man holding me.

Anton.

He had one arm under my head and the other across my stomach, holding me close, but not too tight. Just enough to make sure I knew I belonged there. Drew was behind me, his leg tossed carelessly over mine, his hand resting on my hip.

Holy shit. Was this real?

It certainly felt like a dream. A fantasy of some kind.

I'd always been a Beta, so I never had wishes for packs and pack life.

Now here I was. In a nest. With my pack.

I could really have a fucking pack.

I blinked against the soft morning light filtering through the edges of the curtains. William and Annerly were curled together on the other side of the bed, still asleep, their hands linked where they rested between them. My heart gave a strange, aching flutter.

This could really all be mine.

Anton stirred as I shifted slightly. His breath warmed the back of my neck, and then he nuzzled into me, half asleep but still instinctively scent marking me.

"Morning, Little bit," he murmured, voice rough with sleep.

I smiled, my eyes fluttering shut again. I hummed before muttering only one word. "Daddy."

That earned me a low, satisfied purr from his chest. I felt it right in my belly and maybe in a certain other part of my anatomy too.

Drew stretched behind me with a groan. "Mmm. Morning pretty. Did you sleep well?"

I hummed in response, still too warm and floaty to really think about responding.

"She looks all rumpled and sleepy. Perfect little Omega," came Annerly's voice, gentle and amused.

And filled with so much awe, I could feel my cheeks redden with a blush.

I turned my head and found him propped up on one elbow, his dark eyes soft as he looked at me. William was still half asleep, face buried in Annerly's shoulder.