Page 40 of Knotty Escape
Three months later
“The Count… Oh my,” I whisper, eyes wide as I stare at the letter, reading it out loud. “I killed them both, but if you've found this, then I'm already gone… My husband preferred the butler, so I buried them both,” I gasp, looking up at River, my mouth hanging open. “His wife killed him!”
“Seems a bit excessive,” Wes murmurs, and I turn, glaring at him.
“Excessive?!” I snap.
“Murder? That's a little wild.” Wes shrugs, and my glare deepens.
“If you cheated on me with, I don't know, a maid, I can't say I wouldn't do the same as the Count’s wife,” I growl, making my alpha smirk, as I prop my hand on my hip. I lick my lips, contemplating murder myself, when Wes winks at me.
“Ooooh, someone's the jealous type, huh?” Wes teases, wiggling his eyebrows at me, before pulling me against him. His hands rest on my waist, and he nuzzles into my neck, before marking me with his scent.
“Are you saying you wouldn't do the same?” I tilt my head up, pushing him back so I can look him in the eyes. “And I wouldn’t say I’m the jealous type. I don’t think any of you would ever hurt me, but I would be willing to stab a bitch if I needed to.” I lift my chin, waiting for him to dig this hole deeper for himself.
“You would never hurt us, Lila. But if you hypothetically did cheat, then I'd want to know what I did to fail you.” Westley always knows exactly what to say to cut off whatever tantrum I’m about to throw. “So, no. I wouldn’t murder you, Lila. At worst, I might lock you in a room with me until you love me again.”
“Westley, that's sad, and sweet…and maybe a little concerning.” I press my palm to his cheek, before pushing my fingers into his hair. “I wouldn’t cheat. I’m not the type. If our relationship got to that point, we’d break up long before I felt like I wanted someone else.” I tell him honestly, and then yelp when Harrison smacks my ass.
“We aren’t ever breaking up,” River announces in a way that sounds like he was announcing our dinner plans. Matter of fact, no room for argument. “Ever,” he adds, making me giggle.
“Ever, ever,” Harrison tacks on, and I snort, pulling away from Wes and rolling my eyes at the men and their dramatics.
“I’m glad we all agree.” I nod, placing the wife’s letter back in the box. I rest my hand on top of the box, taking a second to absorb the moment. This room, this place. Everything. How we started. All of it.
“Thanks for bringing me back here,” I say, turning toward the guys. “Oh, what the–”
“Lila Dove,” Harrison says, reaching out to take my trembling hands. He, along with Wes and River, are all on one knee before me.
“Oh my God…” I can’t help the tears that fill my eyes, because even though it hasn’t been a long time, I know these men are my forever.
“We can’t imagine our lives with anyone else,” River says.
“And we want to make our bond official. We’ve wanted to bond with you since day one,” Wes adds.
“But we wanted you to be sure that we’re the alphas for you. So, Lila, if you’ll have us, we’d like to bond you into our pack, for life,” Harrison says, taking a ring box out of his pocket. River takes the box from him and opens it, revealing a beautiful ring.
“Say yes, Lila. We’ll make you the happiest omega alive,” River begs, tears filling my eyes, as Harrison takes out the ring and places it on my left-hand ring finger. “Yes,” I say, nodding my head. “Of course!”
The three of them hug me against them, and I love the way it feels to have them practically crush the air out of my lungs.
“Come on, one last stop, baby,” Wes says, leading me out of the escape room.
“Surprise!”The first person I see as I step into the bar is Wendy. She screams, popping a party bomb, as streamers and confetti fly in the air. She’s wearing a short, emerald green dress that hugs her curves perfectly. She looks stunning. “Congrats, girly!”
I squeal, hugging my best friend tightly for just a second because she’s yanking my hand up, and inspecting my ring.
“Do you have any idea how many hours I spent on the phone with those three trying to get you the perfect ring?” Wendy shakes her head, chuckling. “This was the one. I just knew it.” She grins, taking in the sight of the simple gold band with a princess cut diamond framed by tiny sapphires.
“Let me guess, they wanted to get something the size of a planet,” I chuckle.
“Yes! I told them you wouldn’t want a ring you couldn’t wear every day. And something that costs more than a house is not an everyday ring,” Wendy scoffs.
“Thank you.” I pull her in for another hug, this time squeezing the fuck out of her. When we break apart, she tugs me further inside.
The guys have reserved a section of the bar just for us, and I follow Wendy as she leads me to the VIP area. The guys follow us up, and Harrison pours a drink for Wendy and me.
“Thank you,” I press a kiss to his cheek, before taking a sip. It’s fruity and delicious.
