Page 101 of Stuck with my Pack

Lily grabs my hands, squeezing them tight, her eyes bright with happiness. “I knew it! I knew the second I walked in and saw you glowing!”

Daisy, her voice full of awe, presses a hand to my stomach. “Does your pack know yet?”

I shake my head, laughter bubbling up through my nerves. “Not yet. I was waiting for the right moment.” I glance toward the window again, my heart fluttering—not just with nerves, but with the life inside me.

The front door swings open, bringing in a rush of cool air as Ethan, Brodie, and Tyler step inside. Their boots track in woodchips and the scent of cedar and fresh-cut wood.

Tyler grins, rubbing his hands together. “What’s going on in here? I could hear you guys squealing from outside.”

I bite my lip, suddenly overwhelmed, but I force myself to move, stepping toward them, my Omega instincts thrumming in my veins.

I take Brodie’s hand first, then Tyler’s, then Ethan’s, guiding their palms to my stomach. “We’re going to have a baby,” I breathe, the words tasting like a promise, like forever.

Silence. Total, absolute silence.

Ethan freezes, his eyes wide, his entire body going still as he processes my words.

Brodie lets out a sharp exhale, his hand trembling slightly where it rests over my stomach.

Tyler is the first to react—with a whoop of pure excitement, he grabs me and lifts me off the ground in a spinning hug. “Are you serious?” he laughs, his voice hoarse with disbelief and joy.

I nod, tears spilling down my cheeks.

Ethan finally exhales, stepping forward, cupping my face in his hands. His thumbs brush away my tears, his voice low, reverent. “You’re really pregnant?”

I nod again, my lips trembling. “Yeah. I am.”

Ethan closes his eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply—my scent is different now, already shifting, already carrying the delicate promise of our future.

“Fuck.” His voice is raw, full of emotion. “We’re going to be Dads.”

Brodie, who has been silent this whole time, finally pulls me against his chest, pressing a fierce, lingering kiss to my temple. His voice is thick with emotion. “You have no idea how much I love you, Sophie.”

Before I can even process it, I’m surrounded. Ethan’s strong arms wrap around me from behind, his chest solid and warm, his breath steady against my temple.

Brodie pulls me flush against his front, his heartbeat thudding strong and sure beneath my palm. Tyler’s large frame surrounds all of us, his arms bracketing us in, his heat pressing against my side.

I’m caged in the best possible way—wrapped in the strength of my pack, in the weight of their love, their devotion, their absolute claim on me.

The bond surges between us, a pulse of energy so fierce and consuming that I gasp, my fingers clenching against Brodie’s chest. It’s too much—too much feeling, too much of them crashing into me all at once.

Tyler buries his face in my hair, inhaling deeply. “You feel that, sweetheart?” His voice is rough, threaded with something thick and raw. “That’s us. That’s forever.”

Ethan nuzzles against my neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below my ear. “You’re never going to be alone again, Sophie. Never.”

Brodie tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes—those molten amber depths burning with an intensity that steals my breath. His thumb strokes along my jaw, his grip unyielding. “Say it,” he rasps. “Tell us you’re ours.”

I swallow hard, the lump of emotion thick in my throat, my entire body trembling with the force of what I feel. The truth presses against my lips, demanding to be spoken, to be felt.

“I’m yours,” I whisper, voice shaking, raw. “I’ve always been yours.”

A rumble of satisfaction rolls through Brodie’s chest. Tyler’s arms tighten around me. Ethan presses a lingering kiss against my skin.

And just like that, I belong.

The Omegas are still buzzing with excitement, whispering about nesting plans and baby clothes.

Tyler grins down at me, his hand splayed over my stomach. “I bet this kid’s gonna be a handful.”

Ethan smirks. “If they take after you, definitely.”

I laugh through my tears, overwhelmed, but in the best way possible.

Brodie tilts my chin up, kissing me deeply. “No matter what, we’ve got you. You and the baby. Always.”

I lean into them, feeling their warmth, their strength, their unwavering devotion. The inn hums with life around us, filled with laughter, love, and the promise of everything to come.

Outside, the first snow of the season begins to fall, dusting the porch in a thin layer of white. I press a hand over my belly, smiling softly as my Alphas surround me.

I never thought I’d find this, I think, looking around at the family I’ve built. But I did, my heart burst with happiness.