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"I can feel all of you." I whisper in wonder. Overwhelmed by the rush of their emotions flooding through me. "Each of you. So different but... complete."
We settle around Cassian and Daisy as his knot keeps them locked together. She's boneless. Making soft sounds of contentment.
"That knot's gonna keep you two busy for a while," Hawk says with a satisfied grin.
"Twenty minutes at least," Cassian confirms roughly. Stroking Daisy's hair with one hand while the other keeps her steady against him as he purrs.
"Perfect," Dante says. Already moving into protective mode as he reaches for water and soft cloths. "Gives us time to take care of everyone properly."
Through the new bonds and Daisy's heat-glazed contentment, I can sense everyone's satisfaction mixed with anticipation. This is just the beginning.
I look around at my pack. My family.
We're not just ready for whatever comes next. We're ready to help heal the world.
"I love you all," I whisper.
"We love you too," Daisy murmurs sleepily. Through every bond, I sense the absolute truth of it.
"Finally complete." I pull her closer as Cassian's arms embrace both of us. "Finally ready to help everyone else find what we have."
The bonds pulse with love and agreement. I know this is just the beginning of something beautiful.
Chapter 41
Gunner
Eighteen months of building this rebellion, and I'm standing in what used to be an abandoned warehouse, watching everything we've fought for finally come together.
Fuck.Look at this place.
The space hums with nervous energy and alpha scent. Beta-born alphas clean weapons in corners—fighters from underground circuits that Cassian recruited from his old fighting days. Betas run communication networks August designed that span three states.
It's beautiful. Terrifying. Everything Daisy dreamed it could be when she first told us her plan.
She's across the room, bent over maps with Dante and the Omega House guards who switched sides. Her long black hair's pulled back in a practical braid, and she's wearing the combat boots I bought her. Black tactical pants, fitted jacket, utility belt. Eighteen months of planning turned her from the scared woman who couldn't sleep without me beside her into something fierce and unbreakable.
The omega who used to flinch at sudden noises now commands rooms full of armed alphas. The woman whowhispered when she talked now speaks with authority that makes grown men listen.
My chest tightens with pride and fierce protectiveness. Our bond thrums warm and steady. She's focused, determined, but underneath there's worry eating at her. The scent of it cuts through the warehouse like a knife, making every alpha in the room restless.
I can feel Hawk's excitement thrumming through our pack bond, wild and barely contained, his scent spiking with adrenaline and protective fury. Dante's steady determination tastes like steel and honey in the back of my throat. Cassian's coiled readiness for violence makes my own muscles tense in response. August's quiet anxiety threads cold through everything, his bergamot scent going sharp with fear for all of us.
The pack bonds are so strong right now I can barely tell where my emotions end and theirs begin.
"Final count?" I ask Hawk as he approaches, tablet in hand and that familiar cocky grin on his face.
"Eighty percent of Omega House guards confirmed," he reports. "Dante's work. Turns out most beta-born alphas don't actually enjoy protecting a system that treats them like second-class citizens."
No shit.
I grunt acknowledgment, checking my own notes. Numbers I've memorized, but looking gives my hands something to do when all I want is to cross the room and pull Daisy against my chest until her worry scent fades.
"Beta alliance?"
"Cassian's networks came through. Six different underground circuits, plus August's beta town contacts. Safe houses, transportation, about half our funding." Hawk's grin widens. "Our omega's got half the country ready to burn it all down for her."
The pride in his voice matches what's swelling in my chest. Our omega. Our revolution.
