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Amel

Two days. It’s been two fucking days, and I’m running on fumes. My body aches, my stomach’s growling, and I’m pretty sure I haven’t slept more than a couple of hours at a time. But none of that matters when I look at her. Koa is sprawled across the bed like a queen on her throne, her hair wild, her skin glowing with the flush of her heat. She’s a goddess in this state—soft, needy, and absolutely devastating.

The brothers haven’t left her side. Not once. They’re wrapped around her like a pair of vines, their hands constantly moving, caressing every inch of her, soothing her, breaking her apart, and putting her back together again and again. I’ve never seen them like this—so soft, so fucking tender—and it’s like watching a masterpiece come to life. They worship her like she’s the only thing that matters and in these moments, she is.

I’m not going to lie—it’s beautiful. But gods, I’m tired. My stomach growls again, loud enough that I’m sure the others hear it, but no one says anything. Every time I try to slip away to grab something to eat, Koa stirs, her eyes fluttering open just enough to fix me with that glare of hers. It’s not even a real glare—it’s more like a pout, her bottom lip jutting out, her eyes glassy and heavy-lidded. It’s fucking adorable and it works every time. I sit my ass back down, and she relaxes, curling into whoever’s closest.

But if I don’t get food soon, I’m going to keel over, and that won’t do anyone any good.

I wake up to someone nudging my back, a hand pressing into my shoulder. Groaning, I roll onto my side, blinking up at the figure looming over me. It’s Hunter, his hair a mess, his glasses slightly askew, and that damn grin plastered across his face.

“What?” I mumble, my voice rough from exhaustion.

“You look like shit,” he says, his grin widening. “Thought you should know.”

I glare at him, but it doesn’t have much bite. “Thanks for the observation, asshole. Why are you waking me up?”

“Because,” he says, gesturing toward the bed, “our Omega’s finally asleep, and you’re about to fall apart. And I brought food.”

I find myself staring at a plate of sandwiches shoved under my nose. The bread is crooked, the cheese haphazardly slapped on top of thick slices of ham, and the whole thing looks like it was made by someone who hasn’t had a coherent thought in hours. I take the plate from Hunter’s hands, raising a brow at him. “This is what you woke me up for?”

Hunter smirks, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. “Be grateful I didn’t burn the kitchen down. Eat.”

My stomach growls in protest, and I sigh, giving in as I glance around the room. Moses is on the other side of the bed, his massive frame curled protectively around Koa. Her lips are parted in the softest smile, even in her sleep, and Moses is knotting her like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

A tired grin stretches across my face as I stuff the first bite of the sandwich into my mouth, my gaze lingering on the two of them. Koa’s completely out of it, her body slack with exhaustion, but she looks content—blissful, even.

I glance back at Hunter, swallowing the bite. “How the hell did you get out of the room? I’ve been stuck here for two days straight.”

Hunter lets out a bark of laughter, leaning back against the wall as he crosses his arms. “She kicked me out when I wouldn’t knot her ass.”

I choke on the sandwich, sputtering as Hunter’s grin widens, clearly enjoying my misery. “What?”

He shrugs, completely unbothered. “She was crying for it. I told her no. We all know she’s not ready for that kind of stretch.”

I groan, slapping a hand over my face. “Gods, I wish I hadn’t missed that.”

“No, you don’t,” Hunter says, still grinning. “Trust me, it wasn’t as sexy as you’re imagining. It was mostly a lot of tears and whining, and me trying not to freak out while she glared at me like I’d ruined her entire life.”

That makes me laugh, shaking my head as I take another bite of the sandwich. “Yeah, sounds about right.”

Koa stirs then, her groan low and muffled as Moses shifts beneath her, his arms tightening around her. She blinks up at him, bleary-eyed, before he scoops her up in one smooth motion, his knot slipping out of her as the room swells with the scent of sex, cum, and blueberries, She doesn’t even protest, just lets out a contented hum as he carries her off toward the bathroom.

“Guess it’s time to eat,” Hunter says, sliding onto the bed beside me.

I nod, chewing another bite of the sandwich as Hunter reaches out and pulls me into his arms, his hand brushing up and down my back. I let out a tired sigh, leaning into him. We’ve all been running on fumes, and moments like this—quiet and warm—are rare.

“You’re not getting out of this bed until you’ve had at least three sandwiches,” Hunter murmurs against my hair.

“Bossy,” I mutter, but there’s no heat in it. If anything, I’m grateful. Grateful for the food, for the warmth of his arms, and for the little Omega who’s somehow managed to turn all of our lives upside down in the best way possible.