Page 149 of Knot All is Forgiven

Claimed.

My knees go weak, and I slip to the floor, a sob wrenching out of my throat.

They're mine.

Forever.

Tears stream down my face for just a few moments before the door slams open, and four Alphas wedge into the bathroom, all harried and worried sick.

"Peaches, what's going on?"

"Jordy, baby, are you okay?"

"Sunshine, what happened?"

"Are you okay, Jay?"

"Guys," I say, laughing through the tears. "I'm fine. Dial back the Alpha energy, damn."

Simon slumps next to me while Cyrus and Icarus lean against the wall, and Rafe squats in front of me. "Why are you crying?"

His elbows are resting on his knees, his hands dangling, and my eyes hone in on the still-healing bite he has there. He tracks my gaze, and I feel a burst of affection that has to be him in my chest.

"You're mine," I whisper, grabbing his hand and turning it over. "You're really mine."

"Always was, Jordy," he says quietly, leaning forward and giving me a sweet kiss.

A few months ago, I would've immediately corrected him with a snarky retort, but I know better now. Sure, the guys made a stupid decision as teenagers that messed up all of our lives in some way. But knowing what I know now, I cannot deny the truth of his statement.

"Well, sunshine, how do you feel?" Icarus asks with a knowing smile. His arms are crossed over his chest, and the light dusting of hair brings back memories of rubbing my face against him over the past few days. He's wearing a pair of low-slung gray sweats, and it is unfair how delicious he looks right now.

"How long was I out of it?" I have flashes of memories, mainly around the bondings, but for the most part, it's all buried under a layer of haze.

"Today is day four," he says with a smug smile. "We overloaded you with pheromones last night."

Simon grumbles something about his cock that I don't catch, and I turn my attention back to Icarus. "That's good, right? Much less than last time?"

"It's perfect. I wasn't sure, what with what the doctor said could happen because of the drop, but you weren't much different than last time. I just had loads of helping hands."

At that, Simon throws his hands up, groaning in frustration. "You're one to talk about helping hands!"

Rafe stumbles and falls onto his ass as he breaks out into peals of laughter. I look between my Alphas in confusion. "What am I missing?"

"Russ jerked Simon off," Cyrus grunts. He looks frustrated, but there is humor bubbling through our new bond.

"I did it for the extra pheromone production, and I will stand by that decision," Icarus replies, fisting his hips.

I try to picture it, my doctor Alpha clinically running his hand up and down Simon's pierced cock for the sole purpose of pheromone production, and I can't help it when I, too, fall overin a fit of laughter. "Vick," I gasp. I try to say more, but my laughter overtakes me again, and I slump against Simon, unable to stop the tears that leak.

Eventually, we are all a puddle of sticky, messy laughter on the bathroom floor.

Fuck, I'm so lucky.

"What're you doing?" Vickpurrs in my ear, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.

"Making tea!" I nuzzle my head back against him before using my ass to push him away. "Go away. I'll bring you a cup in a moment."

He holds his hands up and backs away, but confusion flickers across his handsome face. I need to do this on my own, and if he's hovering over my shoulder, I'm going to second-guess myself.

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