Page 97 of Knot Made to Break: Part Two

His men moved quickly, efficiently, taking control of the situation. The war that had been brewing for so long was finally over, ended not with a strategic battle but with a single, desperate act.

With the head of the snake severed, the body fell.

I turned in Dimitri’s arms, looking back at the shattered window. Enzo was gone.

He’d been my friend. Then my worst enemy. And then my savior.

He’d saved my life by sacrificing his own, and I couldn’t understand why. Which version of him was real? Why had he turned on us? Had he been playing a deeper game all along? Or had something changed?

And at the end, when my life was about to be forfeit, what had driven him to make the choice to save me?

I was trembling, the adrenaline slowly seeping away, leaving me weak and dizzy. But I was surrounded by my mates, held inthe center of their protective circle, their love flowing through our bond like a healing balm.

I clung to them, needing their strength, when I felt like I had none of my own left.

“Why would he do that?” The question was barely a breath. “Why would Enzo...”

Dimitri shook his head, his expression grim. “I don’t know, Kitten. But we’ll figure it out.”

Marco’s arm tightened around my waist. “All that matters right now is that you’re safe.”

I nodded, and a fresh wave of tears slid down my cheeks—joy, relief, exhaustion. It was really, truly over. I was safe. We all were. And that meant we could finally move on with our lives and build the future we’d dreamed of.

I didn’t have all the answers. Not yet. But I had my mates. I had my life.

The monsters were gone.

And for the first time in a long time... I could finally breathe.

With my Alphas at my side, the pain would ease. The scars would fade.

And slowly, we’d replace all the hurt with healing.

With love.

With good.

It was finally time tolive.

thirty-five

KITANIA

The penthouse was wrappedin a gentle hush—not silence, but stillness. The fragrance of vanilla and sugar still lingered in the air from the cheesecake I’d baked that afternoon, though it felt like a lifetime ago. Outside, night had taken hold, the city lights coming alive and glittering through the sheer curtains we’d pulled closed, wanting privacy, wanting solace.

We’d all gathered in the living room, seeking comfort in each other after everything that had happened. My body ached, but the pain had dulled to a manageable throb beneath the medication Tommy had given me. More potent than any painkiller, though, was the overwhelming sense of safety that came from being surrounded by my four Alphas—my mates, my protectors, my home.

The war was over, and with it came a bone-deep peace.

Marco’s head rested heavily on my lap, his eyes half-lidded as my fingers combed through his light brown hair. Each time I scraped my nails gently against his scalp, he made a low soundof contentment in the back of his throat. The weight of him, solid and warm against me, was grounding.

“You’re gonna put me to sleep if you keep that up, Angel,” he murmured, the corner of his mouth lifting in a lazy smile.

I continued the motion, watching as his eyelids drooped further. “Would that be so bad?”

“After today? Probably not.”

On the opposite end of the sectional, Tommy sat with his legs stretched out, his feet nearly touching Marco’s. He’d picked up one of my favorite romance paperbacks from the side table and was flipping through it with curious interest, pausing occasionally to read passages that caught his eye.

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