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A finger plays between my ass cheeks, sliding through the slick that is wetting my inner thighs. Wetness that I thought was Emmie. Now I know it’s me.

“Do you want this?” Eli’s voice is deep and sexy, sliding over my body, making me hum. “Do you want me to knot you, Omega? Do you want me to fuck you into our Omega?”

“Yes!” Emmie shrieks.

“I want to be knotted while I make Emmie come.” My voice sounds like I’m begging.

“Oh my god. I want that. Please Eli, do it.” Emmie looks at Beck and I see want in her eyes. It’s unspoken, but he knows what she needs.

“Give me Emmie’s ass,” Beck says.

“Oh yes,” Emmie whispers. It’s so quick after that. Emmie doesn’t take too long to have her ass seated on Beck’s cock. He’s sitting with his back to the headboard with his large muscular thighs opened wide. And I crawl between her thighs once more.

“Oh god that is so good,” she cries out when I enter her. “I feel so full.”

And then Eli positions himself behind me.

The moment our bodies come together, something shifts in the universe.

Not just the physical connection—though that’s overwhelming enough—but something deeper, more fundamental.

Like puzzle pieces that have been scattered for years, finally clicking into place.

I’ve felt nothing like this. Five years of isolation, of convincing myself I didn’t need this kind of connection, yet now.

.. now I understand what I’ve been missing. What we’ve all been missing.

“I never thought it could feel like this,” I whisper against her skin, my voice breaking with the weight of the emotion. Because it’s not just the desire—it’s the way my soul seems to expand, to encompass not just her but Beck and Eli too. Four separate people harmonizing into something beautiful.

“I feel complete for the first time in years.” Beck’s voice is rough when he speaks, almost reverent. His hands on her waist are gentle despite his size, and I can see the amazement on his face, like he can’t quite believe this is real. He rests his lips on her shoulder as I move in and out of her.

When Eli leans over my shoulder to kiss Emmie, his lips brush against my neck and I shiver at the unexpected tenderness. “Such a good Omega,” he murmurs to her, but his eyes include me in the praise. “So perfect for us.”

The barriers between us dissolve completely. There’s no shame, no fear, just this overwhelming sense of belonging. Of home.

“Together,” Beck commands, but it’s not harsh—it’s desperate, like he needs this unity as much as any of us do. “All of us, come together.”

And we do. The sensation crashes over us like a wave, pulling us under and lifting us up simultaneously.

There’s grunting and moaning. But it’s the sensation that speaks to me the most. And when I feel Emmie’s release, hear Beck’s groan of completion, and Eli’s shuddering breath, my own overwhelming climax completes the shared experience.

Like we’re not four separate people anymore, but something new, something whole.

For a moment, the world stops. There’s just us, breathing in sync, hearts beating the same rhythm.

Then reality crashes back. This was supposed to be about helping Emmie through her heat.

A onetime thing. But now, lying here with them, feeling more complete than I ever have in my life, I know I can’t go back. I don’t want to go back.

Tears sting my eyes before I can stop them. Because what if this was just the heat? What if tomorrow, when the pheromones fade, they realize they don’t actually want me?

What if I’m the odd one out again?

“Jude?” Emmie’s voice is soft, concerned. She shifts to look at me fully, her hand cupping my face. “What’s wrong? Did we hurt you?”

I try to shake my head, to reassure her, but the tears come anyway. “No, you didn’t hurt me. It’s just...” I struggle to find words that won’t make me sound pathetic. “I wish this was real. I want us to be real.”

Her thumb brushes away a tear, and the gesture is so tender it makes my chest ache. “This feels pretty real to me.”

“What if you change your mind when your heat ends?” The question tumbles out before I can stop it. “What if you decide you don’t actually want an Omega professor who comes with more emotional baggage than an airport carousel?”

Beck’s laugh rumbles through his chest. “Are you kidding? After that? Jude, I’m pretty sure we’re all ruined for anyone else.”

Eli’s arm tightens around us protectively. “You’re not getting rid of us that easily, Omega. Heat or no heat, you’re ours now. If you want to be.”

“I do,” I whisper, the admission barely audible. “I want to be yours. All of yours.”

Emmie kisses me softly, sweetly. “Then you are. We all are.”

And for the first time in years, I believe that maybe, just maybe, I’ve found my place in the world. Not as a substitute or a temporary solution, but as an essential part of something bigger than myself.

A pack.

A family.

A home.

This connection is getting stronger.

You’re mine. I hear Emmie’s voice whisper, though her lips aren’t moving.

The thought drifts through my mind like it belongs there, and I understand with startling clarity that this connection we have goes deeper than any of us understand.

And somehow, that doesn’t scare me the way it should.

Instead, it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

The sense of belonging, of being cared for, of not having to suffer alone.

We spend the next day like this—the four of us tangled together in various combinations, meeting each other’s needs in whatever way we can.

I find my voice. Asking for what I want.

Eli and Emmie give me everything I need, but Beck still only has eyes for one Omega. But this is how this pack will work.

By the third day, both of our heats are finally breaking. Emmie’s fever drops, and her desperate need subsides into manageable want. My own symptoms ease, leaving me exhausted but clear-headed for the first time in days.

“How do you feel?” Beck asks Emmie, as she stretches languidly between us.

She gives me a soft smile. “Complete. Like I found something I didn’t know I was missing.”

“And you, Jude?” Elias asks. I contemplate the question. How do I feel? Emotionally overwhelmed, certainly. Confused about what this means for all of us. But also...

“Safe,” I say finally. “For the first time in years, I feel completely safe.”

Emmie reaches for my hand, intertwining our fingers. “Good. Because I don’t want this to end.”

“Even knowing how complicated it will be?” Beck asks gently.

“Especially because of that,” she says firmly. “The best things in life are complicated. Simple was never going to be enough for me.”

As we lie together in the aftermath, I know she’s right. Some families are chosen rather than born. And that’s what we’ve done. We’ve chosen each other. Now we just have to figure out how to make it work in the real world.