13. Hunter

Thirteen

Hunter

The estate's buzzing with voices and laughter, the sound spilling out across the grounds, mixing with the late-afternoon air. Friends and family are everywhere—everyone from our closest business partners to friends and family. But it's the woman moving through the crowd, her laugh clear above all the others, that's got every bit of my attention.

Kisha. Our omega, our mate, our everything.

She's standing near the patio, talking to one of her girlfriends, her eyes bright, and damn if I don't feel that same pull every time I look at her. Even after everything, after all the nights we've had, all the mornings we've woken up tangled together, it hits just as hard.

Maddox sidles up next to me, eyes fixed on her too, a quiet grin pulling at his mouth. "Looks like our little omega's enjoying herself."

"Yeah, she's got that glow," Jax adds from my other side, his gaze tracking her like he's ready to step in at any second.

I take a sip of my drink, the ice clinking in the glass, and lean back against the porch railing, watching her work her way through the gathering. The way she smiles, the way she talks with everyone like she's known them forever, completely at ease. She's a fucking queen.

After a moment, her gaze finds mine across the crowd, and she grins, that look in her eyes daring me to come over. I can't help but chuckle, setting my glass down and making my way to her, my chest tightening as I get closer, the scent of her hitting me like it always does, warm and sweet.

Kisha tilts her head up when I reach her, crossing her arms in that defiant way that always drives me a little crazy. "Enjoying the view?"

"More than you know," I rasp out, leaning in, my hand sliding around her waist. I feel her body relax into mine, and that warmth settles over me, that sense of calm that I didn't know I needed until I met her.

Maddox and Jax are not far behind, each of them claiming their place next to our girl, and I see her smile, that quiet, content expression that says she feels the same pull, the same sense of belonging. The crowd around us fades away, and it's just us—our pack, our family.

Jax raises his glass, giving her a playful grin. "To our omega."

She laughs, her head tilting back, and the sound fills the air, bright and carefree. "And to you three, the only alphas wild enough to handle me."