Page 132 of Knot Your Problem, Cowboy
Here’s the thing… They’re my scent matches. All three of them. And I can’t keep running from that, no matter how much my trust issues scream at me to flee into the night.
Your girl has somehow, through all the trauma and terrible life choices, actually found her Alphas.
(I’m still processing this. It might take years. Or therapy. Or both.)
But TODAY they didn’t just move me into their house. They built me a nest. An actual, perfect, made-with-love nest. And yes, I might have cried. Sue me.
It has:
Every soft thing in existence
A mini fridge stocked with chocolate (they KNOW me)
Their scents everywhere (swooning)
A HANGING CHAIR because they remembered I loved the one inthe guesthouse
I mean, LOOK AT IT.
They did this in the time it took me to pack. Three Alpha cowboys literally speed-built me a sanctuary because they wanted me to feel at home.
I can’t even.
Tonight’s Omega Wisdom:Sometimes it’s okay to believe things might actually work out. Even when your whole history suggests otherwise. Even when every instinct screams that happiness is temporary and disaster is imminent.
Sometimes three cowboys will surprise you with a perfect nest and make you believe in fairy tales again.
City Omega out.(Still can’t believe this is my life. Still waiting for the other shoe to drop. Still… happy?)
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SOPHIA
For a moment, I forget everything except how perfect this glorious morning feels in the main house. My room. The hanging chair sways gently in the breeze from the cracked window, and Chonkarella has claimed it as her throne, orange fur glowing in the light.
I stand at the window, a coffee mug warming my hands, taking in the view that still doesn’t feel real. The valley stretches out in the distance, huge mountains rising. Down below, the driveway curves up from the main road, disappearing into morning shadows cast by the oak trees. To the left, I spot the animal shelter, the barns, the life of the ranch in motion.
This is home. After everything—Nolan’s cruelty, his death, the uncertainty—I have a home with three men who actually want me here. Who moved heaven and earth yesterday to make me a perfect room. Whokiss me good morning and good night like it’s essential to their survival.
God, I’m getting sappy. Must be the pre-heat hormones making me all emotional and?—
Movement catches my eye near the front gate in the distance. Large, black, and absolutely where it shouldn’t be.
