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“Don't look, Mira. Just breathe me in.”

I press my nose to his scent gland, letting cedar wash away the copper tang of violence. My fingers curl into his blood-stained shirt as Zane and Cole move to shield me from the scene behind us.

Even with my eyes closed, I know Mercer's body lies broken on the concrete. Dead. Finally dead, alongside a money-hungry minion who would have cast me into a lifetime of torture to line his pockets. For the sole reason that I’m an omega. A designation thrust on me through sheer biological chance. I didn’t ask for it. Didn’t want it. It’s brought me nothing but fear and death.

But it has also brought me three scent-matched mates strong enough to repair my broken parts.

This moment is both victory and defeat. We won our battle, but the war still rages. Hardwick will do anything and everything to keep herself safe once she hears of Mercer’s death. Other omegas are fighting the same desperate fights as me, hiding in their own metaphorical closets. Suffering under the same system that almost destroyed me. Emma and Leah are still missing, and I have no idea where they are.

But one thing is different now. One crucial thing has changed: they're not alone anymore.

We're not alone.

Life isn't just about survival. It's not just about finding my own happiness, building my own nest, loving my own alphas. It's about revolution. About change. About making sure no omega ever has to hide again.

Zane's hand slips into mine. Cole bends to kiss my temple as Adrian carries me into the elevator. We're not just a pack anymore; we're the beginning of something bigger. Something that will change everything.

The war for omega rights is just beginning.

And this time, we're ready to fight.

Chapter Forty-Three

Mira

Adrian cradles me gently as we walk into the penthouse. The familiar setting calms me. This is no longer a foreign space. This is home.

Although, to be fair, anywhere with my mates will be home.

Adrian strides down the hallway and into my bedroom, heading for the closet.

“Wait,” I whisper, tugging at his bloodstained shirt. My fingers tremble slightly against the ruined fabric. “Not... not in there.”

Adrian pauses, a frown creasing his brow in deep lines. “Where do you want me to put you, Little One?”

“I...” My heart flutters against my ribs. Despite everything we've been through, this is more vulnerable. More intimate. “I made something. For us. In…in the nest room.”

Adrian brows rise as understanding dawns in his expression, softening the lingering rage. He changes direction, carrying me toward the nest room door. My fingers twist nervously in his shirt as he reaches for the door handle. I want them to love what I’ve done and understand what it means. Everything I poured into its creation, not just comfort and safety, but love and future and belonging.

When Adrian pushes open the door, I hear their collective intake of breath. The fairy lights twinkle softly, casting gentle shadows across my carefully constructed nest. Their clothes woven into the structure are evidence of hours spent crafting something worthy of us all. It looks different now, more precious, more significant after nearly losing everything.

“Sweetness.” I hear everything Cole can't say in the tone of that one word.

“You built this?” Zane's voice cracks.

Adrian's arms tighten slightly around me, carefully avoiding my bruises. “It's perfect,” he murmurs against my hair. “You'reperfect.”

“Do you really like it?” My voice comes out small, hopeful, as I study their reactions in the gentle light.

Zane's eyes roam over every detail. His expression is soft with wonder, like he's seeing something precious and unexpected. “I'm going to sleep here every night,” he declares, then hesitates, his confidence faltering in a way that makes my heart squeeze. “If... if that's okay with you?”

A giggle bubbles up from somewhere deep inside me. The sound surprises me with its lightness, its freedom, and suddenly, despite everything, I dare to speak up. “Only if you give me orgasms.”

Hunger rises in his gaze, hot and intense. “My new goal in life,” he says, stepping closer, his presence electric, “is to see you sated every moment of every day.” His voice drops lower, rougher, sending shivers down my spine as he cupsthe hard bulge in his pants. “This cock belongs to you, Baby Girl. Only you. Always you.”

Cole's growl vibrates through the air as his hand slides up my thigh until his fingers find my center with unerring accuracy, his thumb circling my clit through my leggings with just enough pressure to make my breath catch. “And this pussy is mine,” he rumbles, the words a promise and a claim. “I’ll always keep her purring with pleasure.”

I can’t help my wide smile. “That’s really corny.”

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