Page 57 of Knot Broken

“We find someone in that movement,” I say, straightening up, “someone who’s already fighting to change things. We vet them hard—dig in deep. If they’re clean, we reach out. We give them what we’ve got. Proof. Names. Trails.”

Fox sits up straighter beside me, eyes narrowing. “If they’re real, they’ll run with it. If not…”

“Then we just outmaneuver them like the rest,” Jex finishes.

Dare nods from across the room. “You want to burn a corrupt house down, you start by pulling out the rot from inside.”

“And now,” I grin, tapping my pen against the table like a drumroll, “we get ourselves a man on the inside.”

Fallon raises her brows, smug. “All in a day’s work.”

I glance at her, then at my pack, at the flames flickering in the fireplace behind us.

This isn’t just survival anymore. This is revolution.

And we’re done playing nice.

Chapter Fourteen

Violet

June 26th

10:46 P.M

Pizza boxes lie scattered across the coffee table, the rich scent of pepperoni mixing comfortably with their alpha scents—warm, spicy, addictive. The movie plays quietly on the screen, but none of us are watching it anymore.

Fox sits beside me on the large sectional, his body angled toward mine, one arm draped casually along the couch behind my shoulders. He’s in dark joggers and a fitted black t-shirt, every muscle defined even as he lounges, relaxed but ready. His thumb strokes the bare skin at the base of my neck in lazy circles, making it hard to focus on anything but him.

Dare sits to my other side, effortlessly commanding space with his quiet presence. He’s wearing gray sweatpants that sit low on his hips and a snug white tank top, highlighting every line of muscle and strength. He’s calm and steady, his eyes locked onto mine with that quiet intensity that makes my heart skip.

Jex reclines on the floor in front of me, back resting against the couch near my legs. Black cargo pants, snug against his thighs, paired with a soft charcoal hoodie. He’s running his palm slowly up and down my calf, his touch deliberate, possessive in the sweetest way.

The silence between us is comfortable. It’s ours, filled with warmth and the gentle awareness of being together, as if we’ve finally reached the eye of our storm.

“I talked to Odette today,” I say softly, breaking the easy quiet.

Their attention sharpens instantly, protective alpha energy humming around me like a shield.

“How is she?” Fox asks, voice low, filled with genuine concern.

“She’s okay. Still healing. Henry’s back with her now, sticking close. She said she’s starting to remember small bits—nothing clear yet, but she’s getting there.”

Jex nods thoughtfully. “Good. She’s strong; she’ll get through it.”

“We’ll be here for whatever she needs,” Dare adds quietly, reaching over to squeeze my thigh. “She’s your family. That makes her ours.”

My chest warms, and I lean further into him, breathing in his cinnamon-bourbon scent. The room falls quiet again, but something inside me won’t let it stay that way. The thought’s been building in me for weeks—maybe since the day I first saw them walk into my life.

I take a steadying breath. “Have you guys…thought about bonding?”

My voice is quiet, hesitant—but firm.

All three alphas immediately sharpen their focus, tension thrumming through the air—not anxious, but expectant. Dare’s hand tightens just slightly, while Fox moves closer, dropping his arm fully around me. Jex twists gently, fully facing me, amber eyes blazing with a fierce kind of warmth.

Fox speaks first, voice a low rasp. “Violet, there hasn’t been a single second since we found you that I haven’t thought about it.”

Jex’s gaze burns into mine, his words steady, rich with emotion. “I think about claiming you every damn day. You’ve made our pack stronger—made us stronger. The idea of having you fully bonded, carrying our mark… It’s all I’ve dreamed about since that first night.”

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