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Instead, heat simmers in their depths, fierce and intense.

My protest dies, replaced with a rush of heat inside me, pulsing and heavy. A fluttery, excited mixture of nervous anticipation, simmering with longing, tightens the knot in my core but without the strength of a heat spike behind it.

This is need, pure and simple. Desire. Arousal free from my biology.

I want my alphas.

Caught within Soren's strong arms, Phoenix hovering behind me, Asher’s eyes burning deliberate heat upon my skin, I do something I never would have had the courage to do even yesterday. I lift my chin. “And what are you all going to do about it?”

Chapter Thirty-Two

Emma

Soren's eyes meet mine, warmth pooling in their melted caramel depths. He inhales, and I sense his hesitation mingling with the spiced sandalwood in the air.

“I’d like to kiss you, Emma. But only if you allow it.” His voice is quiet. Tentative. A gentle rumble that wraps ribbons of longing around me.

It's an offering, not a demand, a reminder that I have a choice. They've always granted me space, offering endless patience while I stumbled back into myself. I can stand here in this circle of strength and admit to myself—Ideservethis.

I deserve to want, to ache, to reach out and demand without shame.

They’vealwaysgiven me the power to choose. The power of my voiceis a gift.

Another shift, perhaps the final one, happens inside me, fast but everlasting. This is my choice. My power.

Yes, I choose this. This moment. These alphas.

I am fire and want and I want my alphas.

Iclaimthem.

Heat rises inside me, different now—pure, clean, unafraid. Free from the mind-fog of any biological need. My desire for them isn't a biological compulsion. This is joy. This is trust. This is hunger, born from genuine longing. I am an omega, yes—but right now, I'm a woman first. A woman claiming her place, her pleasure, and her heart.

I raise my gaze. Strength pulses through me. A newfound, hard-won strength that’s expansive and good. “Yes, I want you to kiss me, Soren. I want you all to kiss me.”

Mine. On my terms. I don’t just accept his kiss—Idemandit.

My fingers fist in his shirt, dragging him down before he can exhale. Our lips collide, and the world blurs into scent and sensation. Sandalwood explodes across my tongue, crisp as winter but burning now, burning for me. His groan vibrates against my mouth and I swallow it greedily.

This isn’t soft. Isn’t tentative.

It’s possession. Mine of him. His of me.

His hands spear into my hair, tilting my head back as he licks into my mouth. Whiskey and coffee erupt in the air, scorching my skin even before Asher’s palm grips my hip, before Phoenix’s mouth finds the pulse point where my neck meets my shoulder.

“Fuck, Emma.” Soren tears his mouth from mine, breathing ragged. His forehead presses to mine, his scent a storm of snow melted into pure, aching heat. “You—”

Behind me, Phoenix’s laugh is dark velvet against my ear. “I knew she’d ruin you first, brother.”

Asher’s grip tightens, his growl reverberating through my bones. “No more waiting.”

No. No more waiting.

I bare my teeth in a smile and drag Soren back to me.

He doesn’t hesitate.

His mouth crashes back into mine, all restraint gone. His kiss devours, his hands rough in my hair, tilting my head to take me deeper. I whimper, my body arching into his, and he answers with a growl that vibrates against my lips. “Mine,” he rasps between kisses. “Ours.”

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