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“Apple and peanut butter.” Sybil nodded while her sisters made a face.

“Stop trying to make apple and peanut butter happen. It’s never going to happen.” Beatrice grimaced, checking her phone with a sigh. “Walden’s ears must be burning, he wants a check in.”

“Tell him we’ve converted Tully to the dark side of omega singledom,” Sybil joked.

I joined in with their laughter and it felt wonderful.

“What we’re trying to say is, we’ve seen how the pack has struggled without someone to care for collectively. To make their center. It’s like fate you found your way back to us.”

A harsh exhale crushed my lungs.They thought I could be the center?I fought the urge to laugh, because surely someone better should have that job.

“I’m kind of a mess,” I admitted.

Sybil’s eagle eyes narrowed in on the WWED bracelet.

“Girl, don’t you realize you have these men wrapped around your finger? All you have to do is say jump. They’ll get on a trampoline and snatch the moon for you.”

I caught the instant need to refute them on the tip of my tongue. I always did that. When someone said anything remotely positive to me, I shook my head and refused to accept it. I drew my shoulders back. Ever since I’d been here, Baylark Pack had done nothing but make me feel wanted.

“It’s still new.” I brushed them off.

“You’re modest, too much so in my opinion. But I think I understand. We grew up in the public eye. It’s inevitable with a surname like ours to learn how to mask and put on a persona.I have crippling anxiety. Did you know that?” Beatrice said, lowering her voice.

“I used to get a stutter when I spoke to strangers, and my cheeks would go red as apples,” Lorna added.

“Mine too,” I burst out. It never occurred to me that the triplets were anything but perfect.

I slid a look at Sybil, but she only shrugged, aiming her phone up to take a selfie. “Sorry, no flaws to report. The gods got one Baylark omega perfect.”

“Inflated ego, addicted to the sight of herself in the mirror,” Lorna explained, dodging her sister’s swiping hand with a short laugh. Sybil stalked over to the mirror and turned with a wide grin on her reflection and checked her nails.

“Pretty damn perfect.”

The sisters included me as easily as if it were breathing in their easy banter. I wanted to belong in this picture, and they made it so. Some of my nerves thawed.

“They need someone who isn’t going after them because of who they are,” Beatrice explained. “Hence why we aren’t packed up yet.”

“Speak for yourself.” Sybil tossed her hair. “I have high standards. I want a pack who will drop everything to cater to me, who brings me presents just because and takes care of my every need.”

“Someone like your brother, you mean?” I quipped, the words slipping out.

Sybil shoved her finger down her throat and made a choking noise as the other two rolled around with laughter. “Never, ever insinuate that again.”

We spent the rest of the afternoon getting a blow-out, drinking tea, and discussing how many blankets were necessary for optimal comfort. I didn’t want my time with the omegas to end.I was full in stomach and heart. That was a combination I could get used to.

“I always wanted to be friends when I was younger. I hope I can call you that now. My parents aren’t exactly around to judge anymore.”

“Oh, my gods, Sybil. She’s got humor like you,” Lorna groaned, her arms weighed down by bags.

All their eyes were suspiciously glossy.

“We’d love to be friends, Tully,” Beatrice confirmed, grinning as I put my number in her phone.

The storm inside me softened. Hope was the sunshine I needed right now, and these three girls were bright rays of pure light.

“Now, you better get back to your men, it looks like they missed you.”

I looked up to see Baylark Pack waiting a few steps away. Walden’s mouth dropped open and his sisters tittered.