Page 124 of Knot Made to Break: Part One

I froze in my tracks, her question catching me completely off guard.

She wants her nest.

This was her first time asking for it. Hell, it was her first time evenacknowledgingit as hers.

As the significance of her request sank in, my throat tightened, and I nodded in silent approval.

“Of course you can.” Dimitri lent a voice to what I couldn’t put into words.

“And you’ll all stay in there with me?” she asked, like there was even a remote possibility we wouldn’t.

The earth would have to be burning, and even then, I wasn’t sure it would be enough to pull me away.

I pressed a kiss to her forehead, reassuring her, soft yet firm. “Of course, sweetness.”

Not wasting another second, I shifted direction and headed for the door that led to the nest. I had to duck inside, taking the narrow hallway until a wide, circular room opened around us. The entire floor was a plush, cushioned mattress—a custom piece that had been designed for this space. The walls were domed and pre-set with hooks for draping fabric and stringing of lights. Ringing the edge of the room, tailor-made lighting had been installed. It was dimmable and changed colors so our Omega could choose what she liked best, depending on her mood.

There was a mini fridge built into the wall, so we wouldn’t have to leave as often for food and water. And off to one side was a padded bench seat for those moments during her heat when we required rest.

Though the space was warm and inviting, the entire nest was a work in progress, waiting for Kit’s personalizations. Like the Omega suite, it was a blank canvas, and while that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, I worried it wouldn’t measure up for tonight.

The only things of hers in here were some of the blankets and pillows she’d picked out at the nesting store. It needed… more. More color. More life. More ofher.

As though she’d been holding her breath, air whooshed past her lips in a rush. She wiggled in my arms until I set her down.

“This is—”

“We’re gonna fix it, Butterfly. We’ve got catalogs for you to go through to personalize the ceiling and the walls with your color and fabric choices,” Tommy cut in.

“You can even choose custom sheets and shit,” Marco added. “And we’ve got an entire book of lighting options, from string lights to fuckin’ disco balls.”

Kit snorted. “Disco balls?”

Marco shrugged. “Don’t most women like sparkling, shiny things?”

“Yes. Jewelry. Not necessarily disco balls,” she teased, on the verge of a giggle.

Andfuck, it was good to see her happy again.

“What my brothers are trying to say is that we’ll fix the nest, Kitten,” Dimitri stated. “Make it everything you like.”

Kit turned, shaking her head in exasperation. “Are you crazy?”

All of us froze.

Her voice wavered once more. “It’s perfect.”

“No.” D shook his head. “It’s not. But it will be.”

“Alphas,” our mate muttered to herself, but her curved lips betrayed her delight.

Whipping back around, she released the most adorable little ‘squee’ and practically dove for the pile of blankets. For the next half an hour, Kit did what came naturally and nested, placing each throw and pillow exactly where she wanted them. Then she demanded some of our clothing from our hampers, insisting it all had to smell like us.

She tucked our things around the nest until she was satisfied, then curled up in the middle of the room, snuggling under a blanket and gazing back at us expectantly.

I chuckled, low and deep. “You ready for us, Dolcezza?”

“More than ready,” she promised.

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