Page 58 of Knot Happening

I approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder."Working hard or hardly working?"I teased.

He looked up, a smile tugging at his lips."A bit of both, printsessa.But don't worry, I'm all yours once we've eaten."

Breakfast was a lively affair, filled with laughter and easy conversation.We talked about everything and nothing—plans for the day, memories from our pasts, even the latest tech gadgets that piqued our interest.The dynamic between my alphas was fascinating to watch—each so different, yet united in their dedication to me and to our pack.

As I helped Jin clear the table after breakfast, I caught him watching me with a soft smile playing on his lips.

"You seem deep in thought," he observed, taking a stack of plates from me.

I shrugged, a playful grin forming."Just thinking about how domesticated we've all become."

Jin chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief."Speak for yourself.I've always been this amazing."

I rolled my eyes, nudging him with my hip."Sure, you have."

He mock-frowned, placing the dishes in the sink."You wound me, Darcy."

I laughed, the sound light and carefree.It was a sound I'd grown to cherish—a reminder of the freedom I now possessed.

Jin dried his hands on a dishtowel, leaning against the counter as he regarded me."What do you feel like doing today?"

I paused, considering his question."I think I'd like to spend some time coding.It's been a while since I've had the chance to really dig into a project."

A genuine smile spread across Jin's face."That's fantastic, Darcy.You should set up a workspace here.It'll be good for you to have a dedicated area to pursue your passions."

I nodded, the idea resonating with me."I'd like that.Maybe somewhere with lots of natural light?"

"Consider it done," Jin declared, his tone full of determination."I'll help you set it up.We can make it as comfortable and as functional as you need it to be."

I felt a rush of gratitude for Jin's unwavering support."Thank you."

Jin's gaze softened."We just want you to be happy, Darcy.Your happiness is our happiness."

Together, we explored the house, searching for the perfect spot for my new workspace.We settled on a cozy nook by a large window, the sunlight streaming in and illuminating the room with a golden glow.

As we began to arrange the space, Jin proved to be an invaluable assistant, offering suggestions and listening intently to my preferences."What about an ergonomic chair?You'll be spending a lot of time here, and we want your back to thank you."

I laughed, pretending to weigh the options."Hmm, that does sound important.But only if it swivels."

Jin raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips."Swivels, huh?I suppose we can arrange that."

By the time we finished setting up my workspace, it was a reflection of who I was—a blend of comfort, functionality, and a touch of whimsy.I stood back, admiring our handiwork, a sense of pride swelling within me.

Jin wrapped an arm around my shoulders, his voice a low purr in my ear."What do you think, Darcy?Does it meet your high standards?"

I leaned into him, my heart full."It's perfect, Jin.Absolutely perfect."

fifty-nine

DARCY

The rhythmic tappingof my fingers against the keyboard was the only sound in my office nook.Working had always been my happy place, a way to assert my independence and carve out a piece of the world that was mine alone.But as the days passed, my focus began to waver, the familiar throb of heat spikes heralding the approach of my heat.

I was deep into debugging a particularly stubborn piece of code—the missing semicolon taunting me from its hidden depths—when the spike hit with the force of a sledgehammer.The sudden cramping doubled me over in my chair, a low whine escaping my lips before I could stop it.My fingers flew across my phone's screen, tapping out a message to the group chat I shared with my alphas.

Heat.Help.

Jin was the first to arrive, his presence a blast of cool air in my feverish haze.He scooped me up effortlessly, shedding our clothes as we moved with desperate urgency towards my nest.I clung to him, biting and sucking at the corded muscles of his neck, my instincts taking over.His blood was a coppery tang on my tongue, driving my need higher.I could feel his cock, hard and pulsing, pressing against my slick-soaked core with every hurried step.

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