Page 181 of Pack Rivals: Part Two

I inhale, blossom and grass flooding my senses plus the faintest hint of salt.

And them.

All six of them.

I’ll never get enough of their scents, of the way my pulse quickens, and my blood warms every time I’m near them. Nor the way their scents blend together like they were never meant to be apart, like they were designed to be together. Designed perfectly for me. My alphas. My pack.

They stand in front of an arch of flowers, blooms twining and trailing in all directions above their heads, all looking more handsome than I’ve ever seen them. Even Nate, just as uncomfortable as my dad in his suit.

I smile at them. Six very large, very hot and very eager alphas smile back.

“Jeez,” my dad whispers in my ear, “these men scare the bejeezus out of me, Cupcake. I think my chances are pretty slim if I ever needed to take them on, but if you have any doubts, any misgivings at all, I’m prepared to cause a distraction while you run for it.”

I pinch his arm. “You know I have no doubts at all, Dad.”

He squeezes my hand back. “Youknow I wouldn’t let you do this again if I thought you did.”

No doubts?Angel asks, his silver eyes more dazzling than ever.

None. Not one. None at all.

And, oh, I’m familiar with doubts. My head and my heart were brimming with them that day I waited for Karl at the altar. My heart and my head never stopped brimming with them when I made my escape to the city and all those new, crazy omega hormones only added about twenty billion new ones.

But not anymore. This feels more right than anything else I’ve done in my life.

Every day, I feel more certain, more positive, more secure in my knowledge that this is where I belong. With them. With my pack. Right here.

Damn sure you do,Hardy says.Right here.

Once upon a time, the love and belief I had for myself had been eroded away. I didn’t believe I could have happiness like this. I didn’t believe I deserved it.

Not anymore.

Smiling at the six men who have stolen my heart, surrounded by all the people I love most in the world, I step forward and grab my happily-ever-after with both my hands.

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