Harry smirks, that trademark dimple cutting into his cheek.

“I’ll find an Alpha, and you two can go chase an Omega or two. We’ll have our own pups before you know it.”

Marcel groans, crossing his arms.

“I hate that you’re probably right. That stupid smile of yours gets you everything.”

Edward sighs, ever the voice of reason.

“Brothers, please. There’s no need to fight over it. Our mates are out there somewhere… and when the time’s right, we’ll find them.”