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“So, what happens now?” I ask, genuinely unsure. If my bed were bigger, I would suggest showing them my bedroom in the hopes of seducing them. But I’m pretty sure my bed frame wouldn’t hold all of us even if we found a way to fit together on the mattress.

“I have some ideas,” Rhys smirks until Knox elbows him to shut up. I don’t mind Rhys’s ideas, but I think it’s funny how worked up he gets Knox sometimes with his unfiltered mouth.

Percy steps back so I can see all three guys equally. Their expressions are so happy, and that makes me feel so warm and fuzzy inside. As much as I hated the brief time away from them, I’m glad that it’s helped me better see the way they look at me.

There’s no doubting now that whatever our forever looks like... we’re going to face everything together from now on. I’ll never try to get space away from them again.

“Can we take you home, Belle?” Knox asks finally as if that’s not a given.

I grin and step aside so that I can gesture for them to get a better look inside my apartment, right at the boxes lining the living room wall, just waiting to be shipped over to their new home. I shrug and giggle as I answer, “Duh, I already packed!”

Percy chuckles as Rhys and Knox both rush past me to grab boxes. We step out of the way as they carry my things out. Hopefull,y they’ve thought this through and brought more than just the one truck because all of my stuff won’t fit at once otherwise.

“Happy to have you back, Belle,” Percy says as he puts his arm over my shoulder and tugs me close again.

I look up at him with stars in my eyes and remind him, “You never lost me. I neverreallyleft.”

His smile widens, and I know in that moment that everything is destined to be okay. We’ll move past the white lies they once told and my brief stint of amnesia because these alphas are more than just a scent-match. They’re my whole world.

ChapterThirty-Four

Belle

I step inside the cabin first with the alphas following, and the air shifts as the door clicks shut behind me. I let my purse drop to the floor with a soft thud of finality. For the first time in years, I feel like I’m getting everything right. The realization crashes into my senses like a storm I’ve stopped trying to outrun.

I’ve found my fairy tale ending.

I don’t turn. I don’t need to.

Knox reaches me first, the sound of his footsteps heavy and certain. He presses his chest to my back, solid and commanding, one hand sliding around my waist to hold me close so I don’t vanish. He buries his nose in the curve of my neck, inhaling deep and greedily.

“You’re home,” he murmurs, the words more exhale than sound. A vow.

I melt right there in his arms. The last shreds of my holding out snap, and a new need rises in me.

“I want your bites.”

Our heartbeats and breathing all seem to stop in sync. The house goes still.

“I’m ready,” I add with complete confidence. This is everything I ever wanted. All of my fantasies have become my reality.

Rhys hurries over to stand facing me, his hazel eyes shining with joy. Mischief simmers under the surface alongside his ego, a smirk curling on his lips. “Then let’s do this, Snow Bunny.”

Before I can respond again, he rips me from Knox’s arms and throws me over his shoulder.

“Dibs!” he shouts, his voice echoing throughout the house as he carries me over to the stairs and begins to climb each step carefully with me in tow.

Percy and Knox follow behind us, both practicing a little more patience than their packmate. Though not by much, based on the tension in their postures.

Rhys carries me to the nest, shoving the door open and crossing the room in a few long strides. He tosses me onto the mattress, knocking me breathless. Honestly, I’m starting to understand all those books where women want to be thrown around like a doll.

The concept checks out. Yes, please, and thank you.

Our clothes disappear in between kisses and hungry, roaming hands. All three guys help to peel my clothes off me with admiring eyes, happy to worship me as my body is shown off to them. And I’m more than happy to let them.

Every brush of skin against mine feels like a promise, and when they’ve all joined me on the bed, I might be naked, but I don’t feel exposed.

I feeladored.

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