Page 220 of Fallen Omega

“Where’s Knight?” I ask, a hand on Dante’s thigh.

“Getting drinks,” Dante mutters. “What do you mean with the name change? You mean Pandora’s?”

“No,” I say. “That’s perfect.”

“Which name?” Dante leans against the wall, pants on but not done up and I follow the line of hair heading straight to one of my happy towns.

“The Unholy Trinity.”

“Because there are four of us?”

I nod.

“Fuck no,” he says. “You sit on the throne. The three of us are the Unholy Trinity, bound by the ancient fucking marks on you, and yours on us, to complete the circle. But we are the Unholy Trinity, sworn to protect you.”

“Do you believe that?”

“That we’d protect you? Fuck yes.”

“And then what am I?”

“The Goddess we worship,” Reaper says.

“That—” Knight says, coming back in and handing out drinks. He drops a kiss on my head. “—is the truth. This man speaks the truth, Angel.”

“You’re our Goddess, the Unholy Trinity’s reason for being,” Dante says.

“And what about my name?” I ask.

“What about it?”

“I’ve been through so much with you three… I don’t really feel much like a Lizette anymore.”

Something sparks in his dark eyes. “Oh?”

“I think I’ll be Angel from now on. Permanently.”

“I always thought it fit you.” His gaze searches my face, and a smile lifts his lips. “All this time, I thought I would be the one to corrupt you, to bring you down to my level of Hell, but really, you became our saving grace. You saved us from total damnation, Angel.”

“We’re not divine by any means,” Knight is quick to add. “But he’s right. Now, we’re complete.”

Reaper nods.

I look at the three of them, full of so much love for each of them, it must be spilling everywhere.

The three of them lean in closer, surrounding me in their warmth and intoxicating alpha scents.

This is what Dad had meant about mating for love. This is the happiness he wanted for me. I just know it.

Darian, Sebastian, and Griffin—they are my pack.

My heart.

My home.

MyHeaven.

Epilogue

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