Page 119 of Knot Only His

“But tonight...” Carver’s voice trails off suggestively.

“Tonight is just for us,” she purrs, and the sound goes straight to my groin.

I signal for the check, suddenly keen to get home. Watching her with each of us, seeing how perfectly she fits, how naturally she loves—it makes everything we’ve been through worth it. The custody battle, the drama with her family.

All of it led us here.

Chapter 30

Oliver

Two weeks later

The fire crackles, sending sparks up into the darkening sky.

I breathe in deep, taking in the mix of wood smoke, pine needles, and our combined scents swirling in the cool mountain air.

Harlow’s perfume drifts stronger than usual, making my mouth water.

“Another marshmallow?” I hold out the bag of speared sweetness to Jagger, who’s nestled between Harlow’s legs on the log.

“Yes, please!” He grabs two and heats the marshmallow over the fire, much more careful than he had previously.

He passes oneback to Harlow.

“Thank you.” She kisses his temple.

Parker paces behind Harlow, his pineapple, and coconut scent spiking with anxiety. “Your skin’s flushed. We should pack up.” He holds his hand on Harlow’s forehead.

“Stop fussing.” Harlow stretches her legs toward the fire. “I’ve got at least two days before it hits.”

“She’s right.” Asher tosses another log on the flames. “Her scent’s only just changing.”

Carver strums his guitar, the melody mixing with the pop and hiss of burning wood. “Remember this one, Harlow?”

He plays“Paradise”by Coldplay and Harlow laughs, swaying side to side with Jagger.

“Mom, sing!” Jagger tugs her sleeve.

My chest tightens at how natural that word sounds now.

Harlow’s voice joins Carver’s guitar, slightly off-key but full of joy.

Parker stops pacing to watch her.

“If you don’t stop hovering and sit down, you’ll miss all the s’mores.” I pat the space next to me.

Parker runs a hand through his hair. “I just want to make sure—“

“Our omega is safe.” Asher pulls him down. “Look at her. She’s fine.”

Harlow winks at me across the fire, her turquoise eyes reflecting the flames.

She turns and leans forward to help Jagger with another marshmallow, her forehead dotted with sweat despite the cool evening air.

“Dance with me!” She pulls Jagger up, twirling him around the fire while Carver switches to an upbeat country song.

I catch Parker’s slight smile as he watches them. His protective instincts are working overtime, but even he can’t deny how perfect this moment is. Now that our pack is whole and happy under the stars.

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