Page 17 of Knot Broken

The tour continues—room by room, hallway by hallway—until my brain is spinning from how much space there is. A gym that looks like it belongs to a professional training facility. A game room with a pool table, darts, and a massive flat-screen TV. Everything feels lived-in. Touched. Comfortable. But never once pretentious.

Then Jex pushes open a door near the end of the hall, and the world seems to stop.

The room is… breathtaking.

Spacious, but not cold. The walls are painted in soft, moody hues—deep navy and cream. The hardwood floors gleam, but they’re partially covered by thick rugs in plush textures and earthy colors. Pillows line the corners in gentle stacks, as ifwaiting for someone to come curl up and stay. The light from the bay window is warm and filtered, catching tiny flecks of dust that shimmer like gold in the quiet.

My heart stutters in my chest.

“There’s the Omega Suite,” Jex says quietly.

Fox leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed casually over his chest. “We planned for every possibility. If you told us to fuck off, this room would’ve stayed empty. But if you stayed… we wanted you to have a space that wasyours.Somewhere safe. Somewhere to build your nest.”

His voice is so steady. So unflinchingly sincere, it knocks the air right out of me.

“There’s a bathroom too,” Jex adds, nodding toward a second door. “Double sinks. Rainfall shower. Soaking tub. I think Fox threatened to live in it when we moved in.”

I step forward, legs shaking slightly as I peek into the bathroom. It’s stunning. The tiles are dark slate and soft gray, the fixtures gleaming. Soft lighting makes the whole space glow, and shelves are already stocked with fluffy towels and vanilla-scented soap.

“You can change anything,” Jex says. “We’ll get whatever you need. If you want to move it, strip it, repaint it—hell, burn it down and start over—we’ll make it happen.”

I turn slowly, my throat thick, my hands curled into fists at my sides.

“I… I don’t know what to say.” My voice cracks around the words. “I could just bring my nest from home—”

“Let us provide this for you,” Dare cuts in gently, his voice low and full of warmth. “Please. It’s not about the space, Violet.It’s aboutyou.This is what you deserve. And our alphas want nothing less.”

I stare at him, then Jex, then Fox.

Each of them is watching me with somethingachingly openin their expressions. Not expectation. Not pressure.

Hope.

Slowly, I nod. “Okay. I can do that.”

Something eases in the room, like an invisible breath being held, and finally exhales. Jex’s shoulders drop. Fox lets out a low hum of approval. Dare steps closer, hand brushing against mine for just a second.

“Good,” Fox says, his usual smirk returning like a sunbeam slipping through the clouds. “Now let’s finish the tour before you start crying and blame it on us.”

I roll my eyes but can’t stop the laugh that bubbles out of me.

They show me the rest of the house—each of their bedrooms, another guest room, and finally a cozy den tucked into the back corner, bookshelves lining every wall. One last room catches my breath entirely. It's empty, but the hardwood gleams, and the bay windows spill sunlight across the floor like liquid gold. I can alreadyseemy canvases propped along the walls.

By the time we make it back to the living room, I’m quieter. Not because I’m overwhelmed, but because for the first time in a long time… I’m not sure I want to leave.

My fingers trail along the edge of the bannister, catching the grain in the wood as I glance back at the three of them.

Fox. Dare. Jex.

Each of them carrying my things. Each of them watching me with that quiet, steady kind of attention that says:you matter here.

And slowly, without meaning to, I start to believe it.

Jex

May 22nd

11:25 A.M

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