Page 97 of Pack End Game

Before I can form a fully coherent thought, my eyes grow misty as I'm hit with a tidal wave of emotion. My heart is so full it could burst, spewing my lovey-dovey guts all over the newly renovated room.

That would be in poor taste, though, so I manage to hold all my guts in for the time being.

Now that my eyes are open, I take stock of where each of the men is in the bed. Now that we're bonded, I can't help but feel like the edges of where one pack member ends, and another begins, are blurry.

Spencer's chest is the one under my cheek, his strong arm around my middle. His eyes are open already, warm and watchful when we make eye contact. He makes me feel like the center of his universe.

Zak lies on Spencer's other side, his leg passing between Spencer's legs to tangle with mine. His arm rests across Spencer's body to reach me, his fingers the ones drawing designs on my skin.

I turn my head a little to see Freddie, whose body is the one pressed against my back. He hooks his chin on my shoulder to meet my eyes, looking at me with an unguarded sweetness. He doesn't even open his mouth to make a joke, even though that seems to be his favorite way to start most mornings.

No one rushes to speak; all of us are too busy basking in the afterglow of sharing my heat and our new bonds.

There are words creeping up my throat, though. Words that crowd my mouth, too big and tender to hold in any longer. I love you. The sentiment feels so sudden and impossible, but also like the most natural thing in the world.

I guess that's what happens when fate steamrolls your whole life for a year and then rewards you for surviving the impact.

And these guys are one hell of a reward.

My lips part.

Freddie beats me to breaking the silence.

"I love you so much," he blurts out, his voice rough with sleep and emotion, the words bursting out like he couldn't bear to hold them in for one more second. "All three of you. I love this pack an embarrassing amount. Enough to want to put on my Simon suit and stand next to the highway holding up signs about how much I love you so that other people could attempt to understand the full extent of my devotion."

A startled laugh bubbles out of me. The mental image is pretty hilarious.

Spencer squeezes me with his arm, and I give him my attention. "He's not the only one. I love you, Mia."

"Me too," Zak says quietly. Pushing up on his elbow to lean over Spencer to get closer to me. "I love you, baby girl." He looks at Freddie, then Spencer. "And I love both of you, too."

That's it. I'm done for.

My eyes sting so badly I have to blink rapidly to avoid my tears falling onto Spencer's chest. "Rude," I whisper in a voice thick with emotion. "I was literally about to say that first."

Freddie gasps behind me. "Were you? Because I would like it noted for the record that I was first. That means I won. I won at love."

"You did not win at love," Spencer says dryly.

"I absolutely did. I was totally first."

I laugh again.

This is insane.

We've barely started getting to know each other in the grand scheme of things, but I know that we have a lifetime to catch up. A lifetime of new experiences together. Lying in the middle of the nest, wrapped up in their arms with fresh bonds marking my skin, I have zero doubts that this is where I'm meant to be.

"I love you," I tell them, finally getting the words out. "Spencer. Freddie. Zak. I love the three of you with every part of me."

Saying the words aloud leaves me feeling lighter, like something inside me has clicked into place for the first time in my life. All the years I spent chasing flirty fun feel like a distant memory in the rearview now.

I wouldn't trade my new reality for anything else.

I glance between them and murmur, "Even my bestie couldn't write a better romance than this."

Freddie snorts. "That feels like an insult to her talent."

"It is not," I protest. They know I think my bestie is basically the best romance writer to ever exist. "It's the highest compliment to you guys. Belle writes excellent romance. She's just never written anything as satisfying as a heroine getting abducted by a mascot, falling in love with three football-affiliated sex gods, and ending up bonded in a former medication closet."