Page 67 of Knot My Luck

Cathal’s jaw flexes. “You think I wouldn’t?”

Her eyes flick between the three of us. “This feels…big.”

“Itisbig,” I admit, stroking my thumb over her wrist. “Because it’s not just a key, Dev. It’s a statement. You belong with us. But don’t you dare think it’s some big grand gesture, because that’s not what this is. You are everything to us, our heart, our centre, our home. You’re the key.”

She exhales sharply, like she wasn’t expecting that. And then, suddenly, she throws her arms around Cathal’s neck, burying her face against his chest. His arms close around her immediately, protectively, and when I step in, pressing my hand to the small of her back, IswearI hear him purring.

“Thank you,” she whispers. “For all of it.”

“Anything for you, a rún.”

“You know I’d be happy with a bottle of Tanora though, right? I don’t need anything fancy.” My packmates and I exchange a glance and all three of us pull bottles of the lurid tangerine flavoured pop from our bags with a laugh.

But Devlin squeals with delight and jumps on each of us, showering us in kisses.

Yeah.We’re all so fucking gone for this girl.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” she cries.

Lorcan grins, tapping her chin. “You can thank us properly later, sweetheart.”

She laughs, swatting at him, andfuckif it isn’t the best sound in the world.

FOURTEEN

2 MONTHS LATER

Devlin

It still feels a little surreal, this life I’ve somehow stepped into. Two months ago, I was in Cork, fighting every instinct that told me to give in, to trust, to belong. Now I wake up every morning in a home that feels like it was built just for me, wrapped in warmth, in safety, in them.

I’m in their world now. It’s becomemyworld. And so have they.

At first, it had felt foreign – the quiet of Silver compared to the city noise I’d grown used to: the constant presence of them, my pack, never too far from reach both physically and, thanks to the bond, mentally and emotionally. But the strangeness faded fast, replaced with something I hadn’t dared let myself believe I could have.

We told our parents about our bond, about our pack, being scent matches, and they were all over the moon for us. They’re already planning a bonding ceremony back home and demanding we visit soon, but we’ve managed to put them off for now. They don’t know that I’m not technically bonded to Cathal yet. But by the time we go home to visit, I’m hoping we will be.

Which is why I’m filled with peace. Happiness. A home.

And god, this house.

It’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of. A sprawling, beautifully built home overlooking the sea, with floor-to-ceiling windows that flood the space with natural light. A cosy reading nook in the corner of the living room. A massive kitchen where Lorcan has already tried (and failed) to teach me how to cook. My own office, tucked away in a sunlit room, where I can finally write without worrying about space or time.

And the nest.

Oh my goodness, the nest.

It’s more than anything I could ever have dreamed of or hoped for.

Plush, soft cushions and blankets are scattered across the floor where the hugest, plushest mattress I’ve ever seen lies. The colours are a delicate mix of deep greens, rich purples, and soft grays, all piled high in the center, creating a luxurious, inviting space. The walls are lined with tapestries and silk throws, remnants of memories and places I’ve never been but want to experience. Soft fairy lights twinkle around the edges, casting a calming glow across the room, while scented candles fill the air with hints of vanilla, oak, and the subtle earthy scent of my alphas. The best thing is that the bi-fold doors that look out over the ocean come with complete black out blinds built in, but the window frames also have sumptuous rich velvet drapes adorning them too to make the room extra cosy.

There are throw pillows everywhere, each one more comfortable than the last, and a cosy fur rug underfoot, giving the space a grounding warmth. A little table sits in the corner, adorned with wildflowers I’ve picked from the garden, tiny vases filled with life, and trinkets from places I’ve never even visited. There’s a sense of home in every corner, and the peace that settles into the air every time I walk in here fills me with the most complete sense of belonging.

Of course, my alphas insisted on practical items too like storage closets and a fridge full of snacks, and a well-stocked en suite bathroom, but who cares about those things when my omega has fur throws and underfloor heating to roll around on and enjoy?

And it’s all mine. Ours. Because of course, the first thing I did once I had it set up perfectly with supplies fromOmega’s Havenwas invite my alphas in to inspect and give it their seal of approval.

It’s strange, this sense of ownership. Not just of the space, but of them, too. Their presence settles in with me, their scent, their touch…It’s not just a nest, it’s a symbol of everything we are together.

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