Page 72 of Knot Shattered
“This isn’t the end,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion and fierce love. “This is our next chapter. It’ll be loud, messy, and probably more dangerous than ever.”
Romano smiled softly, eyes glinting with unshed tears. “Sounds like perfection.”
Jace gave a whoop and lifted me off my feet, spinning us both around until the entire world blurred. When he finally set me down, breathless and laughing, Kingston cupped my face, his thumb brushing softly across my cheek.
“You,” he murmured, voice rough with emotion, “are our everything. Our world. And now you’re carrying our future.”
I wrapped my arms around his waist, warmth spreading through my chest, contentment settling deep into my bones. “And gods help anyone who tries to fuck with us again.”
Voss stood slowly, lethal calm replacing his initial shock, his smirk sharp and predatory. “Oh, they won’t dare.”
I smiled, bright and wicked, basking in their joy, their love, the wild chaos we’d created.
No, this wasn’t the end of my story.
It was only the beginning—and I couldn’t wait to see what came next.
Violet
November 12th
9:21 A.M
The early-morning sun spilled through the kitchen windows, bathing everything in a soft, golden glow. It should’ve felt calm and peaceful, but “calm” wasn’t our brand. And peaceful? Ha.
Not in this house.
I sat perched on the kitchen island, bare legs swinging gently as I watched the daily spectacle unfold around me. I was wearing Jex’s old t-shirt, faded black cotton draped comfortably over my shoulders, slipping off one side. My fuzzy socks—covered in little cartoon knives, naturally—completed the outfit. A half-finished cup of coffee rested at my side, still warm enough to steam.
Jex, true to form, was busy glaring at a piece of furniture he’d started assembling over an hour ago. His dark hair was disheveled from repeated frustrated hand-sweeps, and a screwdriver dangled precariously from between his teeth as he scowled at the instructions like they’d personally insulted his mother.
Fox lounged comfortably against the counter opposite me, scrolling casually through his phone, one arm crossed over his chest. His sandy-blonde hair caught the sunlight, turning it nearly golden. He glanced up every few seconds, grinning at Jex’s misery and offering “helpful” commentary that only made it worse.
“You know,” Fox drawled lazily, eyes sparkling with mischief, “you’ve put that shelf on backwards. Twice.”
Jex growled low under his breath, screwdriver dropping into his palm. “If you don’t put that phone down, I’m going to shove it—”
“Jex,” Dare’s voice interrupted calmly from the doorway, smooth as silk and effortlessly commanding, “let’s keep murder off the schedule until at least noon.”
Dare moved into the kitchen like he owned the space—because, well, he did. He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss against my forehead, his lips warm, comforting, always sure. I tilted my face up, smiling softly. “Morning.”
“Morning, sweetheart,” Dare murmured, eyes warm and amused. He turned to Jex and Fox, a brow raised elegantly. “Are we actually planning on using that shelf, or is this some elaborate dominance display I should pretend to understand?”
Jex gave him an exasperated look, hands thrown wide. “You’re both hilarious. Truly. Keep it up and you’ll build your own damn furniture next time.”
I laughed softly, warmth spreading through my chest. They bickered constantly, but it was never sharp. Just comfortable, a soft undercurrent of affection beneath the teasing.
“You know,” I mused aloud, smirking slightly, “I still haven’t seen the grand gesture I was promised after the last kidnapping fiasco.”
Jex paused, the irritation slipping from his face to be replaced by a slow, predatory smile. He stepped toward me, placing his palms on either side of my hips against the counter. His dark eyes sparkled with heat and a promise I knew all too well. “And what exactly do you have in mind, princess?”
I arched an eyebrow, leaning closer. “Something dramatic, maybe involving glitter. Explosions wouldn’t hurt.”
Fox snorted a laugh, clearly amused. “Careful, Vi. Don’t give him ideas.”
I winked at him. “Too late.”
I felt the smile stretch my cheeks, wide and real, genuine in a way I hadn’t been able to feel until them. My pack. My chaotic, wonderful alphas.
