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God, if I had a penny for every time this asshole caught me at a loss for words. Our whole pack returns to stunned silence, like we can’t believe we heard him right.

Finally, Micah whispers, “You don’t know that.”

“I know Faith,” Fang says. “She doesn’t warm up to many people. Sure as hell doesn’t trust easy.” He smiles, somewhat painfully. “But she trusted the three of you with her life, and mine. There’s no other explanation.” He shrugs. “She’s in love with you.”

The more he explains, the more my heart soars, blood singing through my veins. Faith trusts me. The words feel like a healing balm, smoothing over that terrible night. Fixing everything she heard and said that made her leave.

“She’s in love with you, too,” Caleb says, firmly. “She’ll never leave you behind.”

Fang sighs. “She won’t have to. I told you, I’m not ready to be part of a pack—not even to live with one.” He grits his teeth. “But maybe one day, I will be.”

“She’ll wait for you,” I assure him. “You know that.”

“Yeah.” He nods. “I know.”

The four of us hover in that hallway for far too long. Whatever else is said, it slips right through me. I don’t have a physical body anymore. I’m still floating, soaring, on that cloud of perfect joy.

Faith loves me. I love her.

And together, one day soon, we’ll be a pack.

Chapter Fifty-Nine

Faith

Three months later

Micah, I sign, where do you want this?

Micah eyes the taped-up box at my feet. His amber eyes brighten. “Guest bathroom, I think.” He sweeps past me, dropping a kiss on my cheek. “Thank you, angel.”

I try not to swoon.

When Caleb first suggested the move, my inner omega was hesitant. But now we’re here, loading boxes into a fresh new space—a penthouse suite a little further from the inner city, this one with three bedrooms—all she wants to do is nest.

I wasn’t sure what the instinct was at first. After all, I haven’t exactly had a lot of chances in my life to create a safe space for myself.

But now that I’ve identified it … it’s pretty intense.

I move to pick up another box—this one clearly marked ‘kitchen’—when I feel someone’s hand on my back.

I swirl around, poised to attack.

Jaxon holds his hands up. “Easy, tiger.” He smiles. “You want to fight?”

Do you? I sign, playfully.

He growls, taking hold of my waist. “Maybe, after we’ve got the new bed set up.”

My core tightens, hot with anticipation.

“Hey,” Caleb walks in, pointing to the box in front of me. “I hope you weren’t planning on lifting that.”

“Exactly what I was gonna say.” Jaxon swoops in, lifting the ‘kitchen’ box with ease. “Listen, when we said you were allowed to help us move in, we didn’t mean the heavy lifting. Leave that to your alphas.”

I roll my eyes, but those words—your alphas—fill me with glee.

In all my years, in and before the arena, I never imagined life could be like this. Surrounded by warm, comforting scents, a den that already feels like my own, and a pack who calls me their omega. Not because they have to.

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