Page 84 of Hunting Their Omega

My pack was stronger than I had ever given them credit for. It felt like years had passed since I was just another scared Omegawho dreamed of surviving the Council. Now, I had hope and a pack.

A family who was willing to fight beside me no matter the cost.

I had a future. My hand went to my abdomen, cupping the pup that would be Hidden Creek’s first in twenty years.

Alaric, Wynn, and Bishop strode toward me—the mates I once feared would take every stolen scrap of life from my grasp—and I marveled at what they had given me instead. Their safety, strength, home, and love were more than I ever dreamed of.

Wynn cradled the back of my neck, kissing me until my toes curled. “Ready to go home?”

Bishop slipped his arm around my waist, hoisting me off my feet and striding through the door.

“Hey,” I squealed.

Alaric came up beside us, a sensual grin on his face. “We’re just preserving your energy. We wouldn’t want you to get tired before the real fun begins.”

My thighs clenched with his promise.

We headed into the sunshine together, ready for whatever life threw our way.