Page 119 of Knot Happening

BELLE

Six Months Later

I'm sitting at my laptop in the home office that used to be the guest room, putting the finishing touches on what might be Lady Inkwell's final column, when Marcus appears in the doorway with a cup of coffee and a knowing smile.

"How's the writing going?" he asks, settling the cup beside my elbow and reading over my shoulder. "Let me guess, Lady Inkwell is beside herself with romantic triumph?"

"Lady Inkwell is always beside herself with something," I say with a grin, saving the document and leaning back in my chair. "Though this time, she has good reason to be."

It's been six months since the heat that changed everything, six months since I bonded with my pack and finally understood what it meant to be exactly where I belong. Six months of learning how to balance being Belle Hartwell, head librarian and community organizer, with being Belle Hartwell, beloved omega of the most incredible pack in town.

And six months of carefully maintaining the fiction that Lady Inkwell is some mysterious society maven rather than a librarian with an addiction to gossip and a talent for creative writing.

"Are you ever going to tell them?" Marcus asks, settling on the arm of my chair and reading the column I've just finished. "Felix and Theo, I mean. That you're Lady Inkwell?"

"Eventually," I say, though I'm not sure when that will be. "It's just... complicated. Lady Inkwell has been such a useful way to stay connected to everything happening in town, to gather information for campaigns like the courthouse project. If people knew she was just the librarian, the mystique would be gone."

"Belle," Marcus says gently, "you're not 'just' anything. You're the woman who saved our courthouse, who organized the most successful preservation campaign in the county's history, who convinced an entire town to choose history over cost-cutting."

I smile, remembering how overwhelming it had seemed at first. "I still can't believe we pulled it off. When the county announced they were going to demolish the courthouse to save money on renovations, I thought it was hopeless."

"But you didn't give up," Marcus reminds me. "Even when Peterson and half the council were pushing for that ugly concrete replacement building."

"Because you three believed in me," I say, touching his hand. "Remember that first strategy meeting in our kitchen? Felix spread those architectural drawings across the entire table, showing exactly how the courthouse could be restored. Theo had researched every historic preservation grant available. And you had already started building relationships with contractors who specialized in heritage buildings."

Marcus's eyes warm with the memory. "And you had Lady Inkwell softening public opinion week by week, writing about the importance of preserving our town's character, sharing stories about couples who'd gotten married in that courthouse, families who'd celebrated adoptions there."

"The turning point was when we discovered Councilman Peterson's brother-in-law owned Ashwood Construction, the company that had submitted the suspiciously low bid for the demolition," I continue. "Though Lady Inkwell never wrote about that directly."

"No, but she did write several very pointed columns about the importance of transparency in municipal contracts," Marcus says with a grin. "And somehow, completely by coincidence, those columns always ran the week before crucial council meetings."

"Pure coincidence," I agree solemnly, then laugh. "Though I have to admit, the night of the final vote was terrifying. Even with Felix's architectural proposal, Theo's security plan for the renovations, and your financing strategy, I wasn't sure we had enough support."

"But when you gave that speech to the packed council chamber..." Marcus shakes his head with obvious pride. "Belle, you didn't just present facts and figures. You made them feel what we'd lose if that building disappeared. You talked about democracy and community and the responsibility we have to future generations."

"And somehow we won," I say, still slightly amazed by it. "Unanimous vote to preserve and renovate instead of demolish and replace."

"We won because you organized a campaign that gave everyone in town a reason to care," Marcus corrects. "The historical society, the young families who wanted their children to see where their grandparents had gotten married, the business owners who understood that historic downtown areas attract tourists and investment."

"With help from three very determined alphas," I point out.

"With help from a pack," Marcus corrects. "Belle, what we accomplished together at the courthouse, building our bond,creating a life that works for all of us, that's not because you had help. That's because you're extraordinary."

The praise makes me warm in ways that have nothing to do with the bond between us and everything to do with being seen and valued for exactly who I am.

"Speaking of extraordinary," I say, minimizing the Lady Inkwell document and opening another file, "wait until you see what I've been working on for the new bookshop café."

The bookshop café is my latest project, a dream I never thought I'd have the courage to pursue until my pack showed me that I could have both security and adventure, both stability and new challenges. The space is perfect, because it's a historic building downtown that's been empty for years, with original hardwood floors and tall windows and enough room for comfortable reading nooks and a proper café counter.

"Business plan?" Marcus asks, leaning closer to read the screen.

"Business plan, design concepts, community programming ideas…the works. Felix helped me with the spatial layout, Theo's handling the security and logistics planning, and you're going to help me navigate the financing and permits."

"A pack project," Marcus observes with obvious satisfaction.

"The best kind," I agree. "Though I have to admit, Lady Inkwell is going to have a field day reporting on the grand opening."

"Speaking of Lady Inkwell," Marcus says, and something in his tone makes me look at him more carefully, "there's something I should probably tell you."

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