Page 150 of Run Wild Omega

I don’t say anything for a moment. I’m looking at them, these three men who spent yesterday managing my heat, building me a nest, feeding me eggs, checking my temperature every hour, and simultaneously orchestrating a cover story so my parents wouldn’t worry.

“I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you three,” I say.

The words come out raw. Unplanned. Dylan’s bond pulses with warmth. Miles’s goes still and bright. Wyatt’s deepens, a resonant chord that vibrates through my chest.

“We should talk about what happens next,” Miles says, his voice careful. “The bonds are real. All three of them. Biological, permanent, and currently undocumented.”

“Undocumented,” I repeat.

“The pack registration filing was suspended. We never submitted it. Which means, legally, you’re still an unbonded Omega. Rourke can still challenge. The Ashfords can still file a competing claim.”

The reality lands like cold water. Yesterday feels like a lifetime ago, but it was only twenty-four hours. Rourke. The café. The bribe. The lawsuit. All of it still waiting outside these walls.

“We file today,” I say. “Right now. The emergency protective clause, the signatures, all of it.”

“Tess.” Wyatt’s hand tightens on my knee. “There’s something else. The moment we file, this becomes a matter of state record. A registered pack bond carries massive legal weight—it ties our dynamic together under Accord law and makes our claim indisputable. We want this, but we need to make sure you’re ready for what it means when the rest of the world sees it on paper.”

“I am. I want it, too.”

“Do you? Because right now, you’re running on hormones and endorphins and a heat that just broke a few hours ago. I need to know you’re not going to wake up tomorrow and regret this.”

I turn to face him. I cup his jaw, my thumb tracing the stubble along his cheek, and look him dead in the eyes.

“Wyatt Callahan. I spent ten years thinking I wasn’t enough for you. I spent months thinking I was broken because Marcus made me feel like wanting love was a character flaw. I nearly died on a mountain and woke up to find three men willing to burn the world down for me.”

My voice cracks. Tears spill, hot and fast, down my cheeks.

“I’m not going to regret this. I’m going to regret it if we waste another second pretending we’re not exactly what we are.”

Wyatt’s jaw works. His eyes are wet. He blinks, hard, and a tear escapes, tracking down his temple.

He kisses me. It’s brief, fierce, tasting like salt.

“Okay,” he says against my lips. “We file.”

Miles is already moving. He pulls on jeans, grabs his tablet, and starts pulling up the registration forms. Dylan strips the bed, balling up the ruined sheets with a practicality that makes me laugh.

“Shower first,” Miles says.

I shower. The hot water stings the bite marks, and I hiss when it hits the one on my inner thigh. Three marks. Three men who claimed me in the dark and are now arguing about who gets to use the hairdryer.

I dress in borrowed clothes. Miles’s henley, Dylan’s sweatpants rolled at the ankles, Wyatt’s flannel over everything. I look like a scarecrow assembled from a lost-and-found bin.

I’ve never looked better.

The county clerk’s office is in Glenwood Springs, a forty-five-minute drive down the mountain. Miles drives. Wyatt rides shotgun. Dylan and I are in the back, my hand in his.

The snow from yesterday has been plowed, and the roads are clear. The sun is out, blinding off the white peaks, and the sky is a blue so deep it looks fake.

I’m nervous. My hands are shaking. I keep running my fingers over the bite marks, feeling the raised edges, the proof of what happened.

Dylan squeezes my hand. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just… what if they won’t file it?”

“We’re not doing anything wrong,” Miles calls from the front. “The statute explicitly allows for multi-partner bonds. Though ever since those predatory exploitation cases broke out of the Academy a few months back, the Regional Accord has been breathing down everyone’s necks. They’ve gone hyper-strict on paperwork to protect Omegas from unregistered claims, but I verified the emergency protective language this morning. We are well within our rights.”

“Of course you did.”