Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(135)

King joined me a few minutes later, passing me a plate of toasted English muffin, barely-cooked bacon, and nearly scorched eggs with a drizzle of hollandaise.

"Chance told me about Omikron," King said.

I hummed and took a large bite of my breakfast, batting my eyelashes at him as he scowled at the food. "This is perfect."

"Don't rub it in," he said, wrapping an arm around me and pressing a long kiss to my forehead.

He sighed out, and I read his relief in the bond, my gratitude answering. He'd been worried for me, even when I wasn't. I had good alphas.

"So what do you wanna do today, princess?" King asked.

"Do you have to work?"

"Nothing that can't wait till tomorrow," he said. King had gotten back into investing, but he always asked my thoughts on where the money was going. Down to our beta neighbor's farm. Ghost's bike shop, and Bear's alpha training. Helping clear the debt of a great winery about an hour away.

"Can we go for a ride?" I asked.

King grinned and chuckled. "You never have to ask me that twice. You ridin' with me or on your own bike?"

I took another bite of my breakfast, glancing down to the ground in time to watch a red fox scurry down the rocks and out of sight. This woods, this mountain, this cabin, and these men felt more like home than anything I'd known growing up. I felt more myself too, at ease in my own skin, sure of my tastes and interests, my decisions.

And somehow King—and Bear, Chance, and Ghost—always knew. It might've been the bond, or it might've been there before any one of them took a bite. They knew me.

King was smiling at me as I looked up.

"On my own," I said. I leaned in and rested my head on King's shoulder. "With my pack at my side."

THE END