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I allow Cooper to help me dress, and he pulls out a bra that actually fits.

“I know everything about you,” he reminds me, standing behind me as he latches the clasps. A kiss on my shoulder is followed by a soft cream long sleeved sweater, and I have to admit I love this outfit.

It’s soft, smells like Cooper, and…

Oh.

The bond between us muted the sensation of recognizing my scent matches and I find myself standing in awe of it. God, I feel complete.

“What… what just happened?” he asks, sounding as if he just got hit by a two by four.

Turning to face him, I see that his eyes are dark and intense, his teeth bared as he’s filled with my emotions.

“The shower cleared my sinuses,” I say shyly. “I can smell you and Ethan. The scent match clicked for me.”

“Thank God,” he growls. “Your senses may always have some issues, but no one can ever take this from you. You’re completely ours now.”

I feel as if I’m flying as he takes my hand and walks down to the kitchen with me.

“I just finished,” Riley says, placing my plate in front of me as I hop up onto the stool. Giants, I tell you.

He made an egg frittata that looks airy and delicious, and I inhale deeply.

“This looks really good,” I confess, picking up a fork and digging in.

Ethan walks in as I moan after the first bite, and he groans.

“My dick is apparently always going to stand at attention around you,” he says. “It’s sore, Nina.”

“Such is a mated alpha’s life,” Cooper snorts as he begins to eat.

“Yes,” Ethan says sheepishly. “I love that for me, but five days of fucking Nina non-stop wasn’t something I thought needed to be on that bingo card.”

Riley smirks as he sits down with us, shrugging.

“It was a very intense heat,” he admits. “The suppressants likely had a lot to do with that, and they shouldn’t be an issue anymore. Don’t take them. If your mom tells you to, flush the dose, Nina. I don’t know if you’ll have monthly heats, or if they’ll have a wider gap between them. We’ll figure it out.”

Nodding at how matter of fact he is, I concentrate on my food. I am starving, and he hands me a banana afterward to take the edge off.

“Thank you,” I murmur, polishing that off as well. “I think I’m good now.”

“Let me know when you’re hungry again,” he says. “Seriously, I don’t care if it’s five minutes from now.”

They’re all so nice. It’s not that I haven’t been around good alphas, but my mother’s view of pack life is shutting the fuck up and doing what you’re told. I think her dim view of being mated may have something to do with the revolving door of husbands she’s had.

Those aren’t mates, they’re people to service her needs. It’s not the same.

Wanting to brush my teeth, I walk back upstairs to do that, and then realize I also need to empty my bladder. Riley finds me sitting on the edge of the bed putting on socks because my feet are cold, and I feel sadness through the bond.

“Is Silas here?” I ask, not having heard the door.

“We just got a text that he’s on his way,” he says, moving to fix my socks so they sit just right. “Your mother has been blowing him up, and threatened to get the Healthy Pack Organization involved.”

The organization is meant to protect omegas within a pack, but by the same standards will back my mother up if her daughter is “kidnapped.”

This is such bullshit.

“However,” Riley continues. “He texted us before he spoke to your mother to see how things were going. Ethan told him that you were bonded and bitten.”