Cordelia's POV
The next morning felt different. Not like the heat days when my body burned and I could only whimper. Not like the first night when I acted bold and pushed them. This morning the big bed felt warm and safe. All five alphas were still around me, their big bodies keeping me in the middle like I belonged there. Sunlight came through the window and touched the sheets. I woke up slowly, my head on Pablo's chest and Sergio's arm around my waist.
I stayed quiet for a long time, just listening to their breathing. My heart felt full but heavy at the same time. Last night after dinner they had been gentle with me. Touches, kisses, soft words. No hard sex. No spanking. Just love. And for the first time since they found me in the woods, I wanted to tell them everything. Not tease. Not fight. Just talk.
I moved a little and sat up. The sheet fell to my waist. Five pairs of eyes opened and looked at me right away. Pablo, Sergio, Pedro, Nolan, and Luca. All watching me with soft, caring faces.
"Good morning, beautiful," Luca said. He reached out and brushed my hair behind my ear.
I smiled a small smile. Not the bold one I usually gave them. A real one. "Morning. Can we… talk? All of us? Not about rules or heat or sex. Just talk."
They sat up fast. Pablo helped me put on the silk robe from yesterday. Then we all moved downstairs to the living room. The fire was not lit, but the morning sun made the room bright and warm. We sat on the big couches. I sat in the middle again. Pablo and Sergio on each side of me. Pedro on the floor between my legs like he liked to do. Nolan and Luca on the other couch facing us.
No one pushed. They waited.
I took a deep breath. My hands shook a little. "I want to tell you about my family. About why I am the way I am. Bold. Narcissistic. Hard to handle. It's not just because I like it. It's because… I had to be."
They stayed quiet. Pedro put his big hand on my knee and rubbed it gently. That small touch gave me courage.
"I had parents," I started. My voice was soft. "A mom who was an omega and a dad who was a beta. Not alphas like you. They lived in a small pack on the edge of the city. When I turned fifteen and my first heat came, everything changed. Omegas are treated badly there. Really badly. We are seen as weak. As things to be controlled. My dad locked me in my room during heats. He said it was for my own good. My mom cried but did nothing. She told me, 'This is how it is for us, Cordelia. Just obey and it will be easier.'"
I stopped for a second. The memory hurt. Sergio pulled me closer and kissed the top of my head.
"I had a little sister too," I continued. "Her name is Lila. She is only fourteen now. She presented as omega last year. My parents did the same to her. Locked her up. Told her she had to be quiet and sweet and wait for whatever alpha wanted her. No choice. No voice. I watched her cry every night. She looked at me and said, 'Cordelia, why can't I be strong like you?' That broke me."
Tears came to my eyes. I did not wipe them away. I let them see.
"That's when I decided. I would never be like my mom. I would never let anyone lock me up or make me feel small. I started acting bold. Loud. I looked in the mirror every day and told myself I was better than how they treated us. Narcissistic, yes. I had to be. Because if I believed I was special, maybe the world would start to see omegas as special too. Not weak. Not just for breeding and obeying. I wanted to change it. For Lila. For every omega who feels trapped."
I looked at each of them one by one. Their faces were serious. Full of love.
"I ran away when I was nineteen," I said. "Left my parents' house. Left Lila behind, which still hurts every day. I lived alone, took small jobs, stayed away from packs. I told myself I did not need an alpha. I did not need anyone. But deep down I was scared. Scared that if I let someone in, they would treat me like my parents treated omegas. Like a thing to control."
Pablo took my hand and held it tight. "You are not a thing, Cordelia. You are our mate. Our heart."
I squeezed his hand back. "I know that now. After the heat… after you all took care of me while I slept for three days… I feel it. The bond. It's not chains. It's love. But I am still scared sometimes. That's why I push. That's why I tease and act like I am better than everyone. It's my way of fighting. I want omegas to have choices. I want little girls like Lila to grow up knowing they can be strong and still be loved. Not locked away."
Pedro looked up at me from the floor. His eyes were wet. "We will help you change that. This pack is yours now too. We can make rules here. We can show other packs how an omega should be treated. With respect. With power."
Nolan nodded. "You told us your truth. Now let us tell you ours. We looked for you for years. Not just any omega. We wanted one who was strong. We saw too many packs where omegas were broken. Quiet. Scared. We hated it. That's why we built this house big and free. We wanted a mate who could stand beside us, not behind us."
Luca leaned forward. "Your sister Lila. We can bring her here. When the time is right. She can live with us. Be safe. Learn that she does not have to be small."
Sergio kissed my cheek. "And your parents. If they ever want to see how an omega can be happy and bold and still loved, they can visit too. But only if you want."
I started crying then. Real tears. Not from heat or pleasure. From relief. I had carried this story alone for so long. Now five big alphas held it with me.
"I want to change things," I said through the tears. "Not just for me. For every omega who feels worthless. That is why I am the way I am. I had to fight so hard to believe I was worth something. Now… with you five… I think I can fight better. Not alone."
Pablo pulled me onto his lap and held me close. His arms were strong but gentle. "You never have to fight alone again. We love your bold side. We love your fire. We will discipline you when you need it, but we will never break you. We want you exactly like this. Proud. Narcissistic. Ours."
I laughed a little through my tears and wiped my face. "I might still be a brat sometimes. Old habits."
Pedro smiled up at me. "We know. And we will spank that cute ass when you are. But after, we will hold you just like this and tell you how much we love you."
We sat there for a long time. The conversation went deeper. I told them more small stories about Lila. How she used to sneak into my room at night and ask me to read her stories about strong omegas. How my mom once tried to teach me to cook and clean "for my future alpha" and I threw the pot across the room. They listened to every word. They shared their own stories too.
Pablo told me how their parents raised them to respect omegas. How their mom was the strongest person they knew even though she was an omega. Sergio talked about the nights they sat up late wondering if they would ever find their mate. Nolan said he used to pray to the moon every full moon for me. Luca joked that he always knew I would be trouble and he was happy he was right. Pedro promised he would teach me how to fight if I wanted, so no one could ever lock me up again.
The sun moved higher in the sky. We had been talking for almost two hours. My heart felt lighter than it had in years.
"I love you," I said suddenly. The words came out easy. "All five of you. Not just because of the bond. Because you see me. The real me. Not just the omega part."
They each said it back. One by one. Pablo first, then Sergio, Pedro, Nolan, and Luca. Their voices were deep and sure. I felt the bond glow warm inside my chest.
After that we got up and made breakfast together. I still teased them a little telling Sergio his eggs needed more salt, ordering Pablo to pour the juice. But now it felt different. Playful instead of fighting. They smiled and did what I said, then kissed me between tasks.
While we ate at the big table, Pedro looked at me across the food. "When our parents visit in a few days, you can tell them this story too. If you want. They will understand. They will help us make changes for other omegas."
I nodded. "I think I will. But not all at once. One step at a time."
The rest of the day was calm and sweet. We walked outside in the woods around the house. The same woods where they found me. I held hands with two of them at a time, switching every few minutes so everyone got a turn. We talked more. Laughed. I told them silly things about my childhood before the bad parts. They told me funny stories about when they were young alphas learning to fight.
By evening I felt tired in a good way. Not from heat. From opening my heart.
We went back to the bedroom early. They laid me in the middle of the bed again. This time they did not push for sex. They just held me. Kissed my forehead. Whispered how proud they were of me for being brave enough to share my truth.
As I closed my eyes, safe between my five alphas, I thought about Lila. I thought about all the omegas out there who felt small. For the first time I believed we could really change things. Not because I was bold by myself. But because I had a pack now. A real pack that loved every part of me.
I fell asleep with a smile. The narcissistic girl who fought the world had finally found her home.