Page 53 of Nesting With My Three Alphas
I smiled softly, and he looked confused for a moment. “I’m not angry. I’m… I’m kind of flattered that you were all that concerned about me.”
“Of course we were.” Jonah pulled me into his arms and I felt him lay his cheek against my hair. “Let’s get you home, Kit,” he whispered as his arms tightened just a fraction around me.
I reluctantly left the safety of his embrace and he opened the door to his truck for me to climb inside. As I watched him round the front of his truck to climb into the driver’s seat, I realized how important all of these people were to me and how Jonah was right. We were a family.
The drive home was more relaxed, my shoulders finally dropping from the defensive position they'd held all morning. But as we pulled into Jonah's driveway, I noticed Reed's truck was there, along with Micah's car.
"Everything okay?" I asked, suddenly worried.
"Actually, there's something we need to talk to you about," Jonah said carefully. "All of us."
My stomach clenched. "Is it about Marcus? Did something happen?"
"No, nothing like that." Jonah's voice was gentle but serious. "Just... we've been thinking about some things, and we want to discuss them with you."
Inside, Reed and Micah were waiting in the living room, their expressions a mix of concern and something else I couldn't quite identify. The air felt charged with unspoken tension.
"How did it go at the sheriff's office?" Micah asked immediately.
"Good. Really good, actually. Sheriff Rowe says the documents are obvious forgeries, and he's starting a restraining order against Marcus."
"Thank God," Reed said, his relief obvious. "That's exactly what we were hoping for."
"But that's not why we asked you here," Jonah said, settling into the chair across from where I'd taken a seat on the couch. "Kit, we need to talk to you about your safety."
"My safety?"
"Your duplex isn't secure enough," Reed said bluntly. "Not with Marcus escalating like this, and especially not with your heat approaching."
Embarrassment flooded my cheeks at the casual mention of my approaching cycle, but none of them seemed uncomfortable with the topic.
"We want you to move in here," Jonah continued. "Where we can make sure you're properly protected."
The offer hung in the air between us, loaded with implications I wasn't sure I was ready to examine.
"What about living arrangements?" I asked practically. "Are you all planning to live here?"
The three of them exchanged glances, and I caught the subtle communication that passed between them.
"My lease is month-to-month," Reed said. "I can move in permanently."
"I'll have to split time between here and my bakery apartment," Micah added. "I need to be there for early morning baking some days and it would make more sense to stay there those nights. But for the rest of the week I can spend nights here."
"We'll make it work," Jonah said simply. "All of us together."
All of us together. The phrase made something flutter in my chest.
"This isn't just about protection, is it?" I asked quietly, looking around at their faces.
Another exchange of glances, and then Jonah spoke.
"No," he said honestly. "It's not."
The silence that followed was loaded with unspoken truths. I could feel my heart racing, could smell the subtle changes in their scents that suggested heightened emotion.
"Kit," Micah said gently, "we've been calling you pack for a while now. Charlie, especially."
I smiled faintly. "She kind of claimed me early on."
