Page 189 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
"You saved me," I say, reaching over and squeezing his hand. "I don't care how crazy you got. If anything, I think it's crazy hot."
The blush painting his cheeks starts creeping up to his ears.
"I'm serious though," I say, turning back to the rest of the guys. My gaze lands on Killian. "You threw away something you've been fighting for your entire life. That's—that's a big deal."
"I never would have had the courage to do so, if it weren't for you, Princess," Killian says, his voice low. "You gave me that strength."
"I think you've always had that strength in you, I think you just had to finally use it for yourself."
He nods slowly. "You're right. But it wasn't just for me. It was for you. For the pack."
God, is someone cutting onions in here? I think I'm about to burst into tears.
"I'll be a better alpha, a better packmate, a better man for you all," Killian says, looking at each one of us. "I promise."
I can't take it anymore. I throw myself off the couch and up into Killian's arms, almost knocking him into Stone since Killian is perched on top of the arm of the sofa across from the one I was just sitting on.
I bury my face into his neck and let the tears fall.
I don't give a shit about how embarrassing this is or how it's probably ruining my makeup, I just let myself be held by one of my alphas.
As someone who's fought my omega nature ever since I presented, who's fought connection and vulnerability tooth and nail, this is a big deal.
Maybe the guys aren't the only ones who have changed, since we've all met.
"I'll give you a bit of privacy," Charlotte whispers. I hear her soft footsteps as she leaves the living room.
"It's okay, everything will be okay," Killian murmurs into my hair. "I've got you. We've got you."
After wrapping up my cry session and getting a few pointers from Charlotte privately about what to expect from my heat, the Graylock Pack and I head back home.
Home.
The word feels right.
It feels real.
It also reminds me that I haven't spoken to my family in far too long.
"I—I have a question," I ask as Killian parks the car.
"What's up?" Theo asks from beside me, his thumb tracing small circles along the bare skin of my upper thigh. It reminds me that I fucked up the dress he bought for me.
"Sorry for ruining the dress," I say softly, glancing down to where the seam has ripped.
"No need to apologize for that, Spitfire, you had to do what you had to do. My only regret is that I didn't get to see you kicking Maximus's giant head in."
"It was awesome," Milo adds from beside me.
"We can always buy you more dresses. Or get this one fixed, if you really like it. No need to sweat."
I look down at the dress. It's stunning, and gorgeous, and one of the most expensive things I've put on my body. But it was also chosen with Killian's mother in mind and I don't like that.
"Let's get rid of it," I say. "I'm sure there are better dresses out there."
"Perfect, looks like we've got a shopping trip in our future," Theo says, grinning down at me. "Was that your question, though?"
"No," I say, shaking my head. "I was actually wondering if we could have dinner with my family. Together. As a pack. I want to tell them that you guys are my scent match and that—and that I'm serious about a future with you guys."
