Claimed by the Band (Fameverse #1)

Chapter 41 – JORDAN

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JORDAN

I lean back against Asher's chest as his fingers dance across the piano keys, working out a new melody now that we're at the band's home base, waiting for the results of the lab testing that will determine our next move. My nostrils are full of his sweet scent as his music fills the space. Knox sits nearby with his bass, occasionally adding notes that make Asher's face light up with inspiration.

I'm sitting on Asher's lap, working on my phone while he and Knox write their next masterpiece. It's surprisingly easy to focus, wrapped in comforting scents and the company of my new pack.

At least, it usually is.

I try to focus on combing through the data we got from PheroMaster, but I keep getting distracted by the music. By the way Asher's chest vibrates when he hums along with the melody he's creating. By how Knox's woodsmoke scent mingles with Asher's honey whenever he leans in to suggest a chord progression.

"What about this?" Knox asks, reaching past us to play a series of notes that makes Asher's breath catch.

"Oh, that's perfect," he breathes, quickly incorporating the new element into what he's playing.

I decide to set my phone aside for a moment and just enjoy the music, and Asher's warmth on my back. "It's a beautiful song," I say, leaning back against him.

"It's about you," Asher murmurs in my ear, his arms wrapping around my waist as Knox sits on the bench beside us and takes over the melody. "About finding something you didn't even know you were missing."

My chest tightens at his words, at the simple truth in them. I never imagined I could have this—a pack, a home, people who know exactly who and what I am and love me anyway.

"Guess you're our muse now," Knox says, continuing seamlessly where Asher left off.

"I didn't know you played piano, too," I tell him, brushing my hand over his thigh.

He gives me a sideways grin. "And here I thought I'd given you plenty of reason to trust in the skill of my fingers. Guess I'll just have to demonstrate."

A flush creeps up my neck as Asher kisses the back of it, and I realize this practice session is about to get a lot less productive. But I really don't mind, and neither do they.

I gasp as Asher's nimble fingers work at the button on my jeans, his lips trailing fire down my neck. Knox watches with hungry eyes, his scent growing headier.

"Is this okay?" Asher murmurs against my throat, waiting for my nod before continuing.

Knox's hand slides into my loosened pants, making me arch against Asher's chest. His touch is gentle but confident, finding all the right spots that make me purr.

"So responsive," Asher purrs himself, his hands sliding under my shirt to tease my sensitive nipples. The dual sensations make my head spin as I rock between them.

Knox's talented fingers work me higher as Asher's hands continue their torment. I'm trapped between their solid warmth, surrounded by their combined scents.

"Please," I gasp as Asher pinches lightly, making me buck against Knox's hand.

"What do you need, beautiful?" Knox asks, his voice rough.

Before I can answer, Asher's hand joins Knox's, finding my clit with practiced ease. The combined stimulation has me seeing stars as they work me steadily toward the edge.

"That's it," Asher encourages as I start to tremble. "Let go for us."

I come with a cry that echoes through the music room, but they don't stop. Their touches grow gentler but no less insistent as they draw out my ecstasy.

Just as I feel another climax building, my phone buzzes loudly on the piano bench. The sound cuts through my ecstasy-hazed brain like a knife.

"Ignore it," Asher murmurs, but I'm already reaching for it with trembling hands. Only one person would be contacting me right now.

"It's the lab results," I say, my voice still shaky.

Both alphas immediately shift gears, their protective instincts taking over. Knox withdraws his hand as Asher helps me sit up properly. They both fall silent, but I can feel their supportive energy as I answer the call, trying to catch my breath.

"Echo here," I say in my carefully practiced voice, albeit a bit breathless, even though it feels wrong now. Maria is technically my friend—or at least, she's Echo's friend. She's one of the few people I've worked with regularly over the years, one of the few I've let get even slightly close.

But she still doesn't know the real me. And now isn't the time to change that.

"Echo!" Maria's voice comes through bright and clear. "I've got news about those samples you sent over. Good or bad depending on your perspective, I suppose."

My heart rate kicks up as I sit straighter in Asher's lap. "Tell me."

"It's a hundred percent match," she says, and I can hear the excitement in her voice. "The formulas from the lab records match the compound from the attack exactly. Whoever made this wasn't even trying to hide it—they just assumed no one would ever see the evidence."

"Arrogant bastard," Knox mutters under his breath, and I have to agree.

Relief floods through me as Maria's words sink in. We finally have something concrete. Something that can't be buried or denied.

"Will this be enough to nail the bastards you're after?" Maria asks, and I can hear the smile in her voice. She's helped me with cases before, but this is different. This is personal, even if she doesn't know how much.

"Yeah," I say, trying to keep my voice steady despite my excitement. "This will definitely help."

"Then in that case, I can deliver it to them myself. Certified chain of custody and everything," she offers. "Make sure there's no chance they can claim contamination or tampering."

"You'd do that?" I ask, genuinely touched by her willingness to help. Maria's always been professional, but this goes above and beyond.

"Of course! But after this, you owe me a drink. Face to face," she says, a hint of teasing in her tone. "I've known you for what, three years now? Time to meet the man behind the mystery."

I laugh, surprising myself with how genuine it sounds. Even more surprising is my response. “Deal.”

There's a pause on the other end of the line, like she wasn't expecting me to agree. To be honest, I wasn't expecting it either. But something has shifted inside me these past several weeks. The careful walls I built to protect myself don't feel quite so necessary anymore.

"Really?" Maria asks, clearly delighted. "No take-backs!"

"No take-backs," I agree, smiling despite myself. "Just... give me a little time to wrap this case up first?"

"Of course," she says warmly. "Stay safe, Echo. And good luck nailing these assholes to the wall."

I end the call to find Asher and Knox watching me intently, waiting to hear what this means for our investigation. For our future.

"With Maria's testimony about the lab results, we should be able to get a warrant for Trakiss at the very least," I tell them, setting my phone aside. "The evidence is solid—there's no way he can claim he wasn't involved in developing the compound used at the concert."

"Do you really think he'll talk?" Knox asks. "About the cult?"

I consider this carefully, thinking about the cold calculation I saw in Trakiss’s eyes that night at the party. About how quickly he recognized what I was, even through my careful disguise. I still don't know how he recognized me, considering I never saw him while I was there, but still.

"I think so," I say finally. "He strikes me as the type to save his own skin. Especially if we can prove he was developing illegal weapons. That's serious jail time."

"Good," Asher says fiercely, his arms tightening around my waist. "I want them all to pay for what they did to you. To us."

My chest tightens at the simple inclusion in his words. Not just what they did to me, but to us. Because I'm part of this pack now. Their fights are my fights, and mine are theirs.

"We will make them pay," Knox rumbles protectively. "All of them."

I lean back against Asher's chest, letting their combined strength support me. "We just have to be careful," I say, even though part of me wants to charge in and burn it all down immediately. "The Sons of Epsilon have powerful connections. And they're patient."

"So are we," Asher says, pressing a kiss to my temple. "We'll do this right."

Knox's hand finds mine, squeezing gently. "No rushing in half-cocked," he agrees, which makes me smile given his usual tendency to do exactly that.

"We should tell the others," I say, already reaching for my phone again. But Asher's hands on my hips stop me.

"In a minute," he murmurs against my neck, making me shiver. "I believe we were in the middle of something before we were so rudely interrupted."

Heat floods my cheeks as I remember exactly what we were doing before Maria called. Knox's eyes darken as he catches my scent shifting with arousal.

"Were we?" he asks innocently, but his hand is already sliding back between my thighs. "I can't quite remember. Maybe you should remind us."

I gasp as his fingers find their previous rhythm, picking up exactly where they left off. Asher's hands resume their torment of my nipples through my shirt, making me arch between them.

"The others can wait a little longer," Asher purrs in my ear as I rock against Knox's talented fingers. "Right now, we want to celebrate this victory properly."

Any protest I might have made dies in my throat as Knox's thumb circles my clit just right. They work me steadily higher, their touches perfectly synchronized like they've been doing this forever.

In a way, I suppose they have. They know each other so well, move together so naturally. And now they're including me in that dance, teaching my body to move with theirs.

"Please," I whimper as another wave builds. I'm not even sure what I'm begging for anymore—just more, always more.

Knox rumbles, leaning in to capture my lips in a heated kiss. The angle is awkward but perfect, letting me taste him as his fingers continue their relentless assault on my senses.

Asher takes advantage of my distraction to slip his hands under my shirt again, the direct contact with my sensitive nipples making me cry out against Knox's mouth. They work me higher and higher, drawing sounds from my throat I didn't even know I could make.

When I finally come apart between them all over again, it's with both their names on my lips. They work me through it gently, their touches becoming soothing rather than demanding as I collapse back against Asher's chest.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, pressing soft kisses along my neck. "Our perfect girl."

Knox hums in agreement, bringing his fingers to his lips to taste my release. The sight makes me whimper.

The front door opens and I hear the rustle of shopping bags, followed by Damon's low whistle. "If I'd known this was what you were really doing, I wouldn't have bailed on songwriting time."

I squirm instinctively on Asher's lap, feeling heat flood my cheeks as the rest of the pack files in. But Asher's arms stay firmly around my waist, holding me in place. Not that I'm trying very hard to escape—the combined scents of all my alphas filling the room makes me purr even more.

Silas's eyes flick to the bags Dante just dropped on the floor. "Were those the eggs?"

"Yeah," Dante says, but his dark eyes never leave my face. The hunger in his expression makes my already sensitive body throb with renewed need.

Knox's smirk is audible in his voice as he says, "We were celebrating the good news."

"What good news?" Damon asks, moving closer with predatory grace. The way they're all looking at me, surrounding the piano with focused intent, makes me a bit giddy.

"The results came back," I manage to mumble, distracted by how Asher's fingers are still tracing idle patterns on my hip. "It's a match."

Their reactions are immediate and enthusiastic. Silas breaks into a fierce grin while Dante actually pumps his fist in victory. Damon's huge frame relaxes slightly, some of the constant tension leaving his shoulders.

"That's our girl," Dante purrs, stepping closer to run his fingers through my disheveled hair.

"We should all get in on this celebration then," Silas suggests, his green eyes darkening as they rake over me.

My breath catches as Dante's hands slide under my thighs, lifting me easily to set me on top of the piano. "What about the groceries?" I protest weakly, even as my legs part instinctively to let him step between them.

"I'd rather eat you," he says with a wicked grin that sends heat pooling low in my belly. The others murmur agreement, moving to surround me completely.

"We all would," Damon rumbles, and the pure alpha hunger in his voice makes me whimper.

My breath catches as Dante's fingers trail up my inner thighs, and all the way up to my waistband, where he starts tugging them off. I lift my hips to help him. The cool air on my heated skin makes me shiver, but he's too warm for the cold to bother me for long.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, pressing kisses along the sensitive skin of my thigh. "And all ours."

I whimper as his stubble scrapes against my skin, sending sparks through my whole body. Damon's huge frame blocks out the light as he leans over me, capturing my lips in a deep kiss that steals my breath.

The contrast between them is dizzying—Damon's gentle dominance as he cradles my face, his spicy scent mixing with Dante's earthier notes. Silas kneels beside Dante, adding his own leather and bourbon to the intoxicating mix as he trails kisses up my other leg.

"Please," I gasp against Damon's lips as Dante's clever tongue finds my center. My hips buck involuntarily, but his strong hands hold me steady against the polished wood of the piano.

"That's it, baby," Damon rumbles, his voice vibrating through my whole body as he kisses down my neck. "Just let go."

And I do. I surrender completely to the sensations—Dante's wicked mouth between my thighs, Silas's teeth grazing my outer thigh, Damon's lips marking my throat. Their combined scents fill my lungs with every gasping breath.

"Look how wet you are for us and you're not even in heat," Dante purrs against my sensitive flesh before diving back in with renewed enthusiasm. His tongue circles my clit in a way that has me seeing stars, while Silas adds his own mouth to the torment, sucking marks into my thigh.

I'm dimly aware of Knox and Asher watching from nearby, their own need evident in their scents. But I can't focus on anything beyond the alphas currently taking me apart piece by piece.

"There, good girl," Damon encourages as I start to tremble. "Show us how good we make you feel."

His words combined with Dante's relentless assault on my senses pushes me over the edge. I come with a cry that echoes through the music room, my body arching off the piano as ecstasy crashes through me in waves.

But they don't stop. If anything, they grow more intense—Dante's tongue never faltering as Silas adds his fingers to the mix, stretching me in the most delicious way. Damon swallows my desperate sounds with deep kisses that leave me breathless.

Just as I feel another orgasm building, Dante pulls back with a wicked grin. Before I can protest the loss, he's lifting me into his arms like I weigh nothing.

"Time to take this somewhere more comfortable," he purrs, already carrying me toward the bedroom. "Don't want to traumatize any delivery people who might show up."

"Since Knox and I already had our turn," Asher calls after us with a laugh, "we'll put away what survived of the groceries. But after that, she's fair game!"

I blush furiously at his words, burying my face in Dante's neck as he carries me down the hall. The others follow close behind, their combined scents wrapping around me like a physical caress.

"You're adorable when you blush," Silas murmurs, reaching out to brush my hair back from my face. "Especially when we all know how eager you are for us."

He's not wrong. Even now, I can feel slick coating my thighs, my body already aching to be filled again. Years of suppressing my omega nature has left me with what feels like endless need, even when I'm not in heat, but they never make me feel ashamed of it. If anything, they seem to delight in how responsive I am to their touches.

Dante carries me into the massive bedroom we all share now, laying me down gently on the king-sized bed. The sheets still smell like pack, like all of us together, and the familiar scents help ground me as they surround me again.

"Now," Dante purrs, crawling up my body with predatory grace, "where were we?"

I reach for him eagerly, pulling him down into a deep kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, and the knowledge that he's marked with my scent makes something deep and primal and omega inside me purr.

Damon settles beside us, his huge hands sliding under my shirt. "This needs to go," he rumbles, helping me sit up enough to pull it over my head.

Now I'm completely exposed to their hungry gazes. But I don't feel vulnerable or ashamed. I feel wanted. Cherished. Loved.

"Perfect," Silas breathes, trailing his fingers up my sides in a way that makes me shiver. "Absolutely perfect."

I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as they strip as well, each revealed inch of skin making my mouth water. They're all so different but equally beautiful—Dante's wiry strength, Damon's massive, muscular frame, Silas's lean and powerful elegance.

"How do you want us?" Dante asks, pressing kisses along my collarbone.

"All of you," I breathe, reaching for them desperately. "Please, I need... need you to tell me what to do."

Surprise flickers in Dante's eyes, along with something darker. "Roll over," he growls, his voice rough with hunger. "I'm going to take you from behind while you suck Silas's cock."

The words send heat flooding through me as I comply eagerly. Damon helps arrange me on my hands and knees, his strong hands supporting me as Dante positions himself behind me.

Silas moves to kneel in front of me, his impressive length already hard and leaking precome. I lean forward to take him into my mouth, moaning around him as Dante pushes inside me in one smooth thrust.

"Fuck," Dante groans, his hands tightening on my hips. "So tight, so perfect for us."

I whimper around Silas's cock as Dante sets a steady rhythm, each thrust pushing me forward to take Silas deeper. Damon's hands find my breasts, adding to the overwhelming sensations as he pinches and rolls my sensitive nipples.

"That's it," Silas encourages as I hollow my cheeks around him. "You're taking us both so well."

Their praise washes over me like warm honey, making me melt between them as they use my body for their pleasure. But it's more than that—they're constantly checking my reactions, adjusting their movements to what makes me gasp and moan.

I feel Dante's knot starting to swell, catching on my entrance with each thrust. The sensation makes me clench around him, drawing a growl from his throat.

"Ready for my knot, beautiful?" he asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

I moan my agreement around Silas's cock, pushing back against Dante desperately. He gives me what I need, pressing deep as his knot locks us together. The pressure against all the right spots inside me combined with Silas's taste on my tongue sends me over the edge again.

My orgasm triggers theirs—Dante filling me with his release as Silas spills down my throat with a groan. I swallow everything he gives me, licking him clean as Dante's knot continues pulsing inside me.

"So good for us," Damon praises as they help me collapse onto my side, careful of where Dante's still tied to me. "But don't think we're done with you yet."

I shiver at the promise in his voice, even as exhaustion starts to creep in. But I know they'll take care of me, keep me safe and satisfied as they always do.

As if summoned by my thoughts, I hear footsteps in the hallway. Asher and Knox appear in the doorway, their eyes darkening at the sight of us tangled together on the bed.

"Well," Asher purrs, already starting to strip. "Looks like you boys wasted no time getting our girl breathless and knotted."

"Don't worry," Dante says with a satisfied grin, pressing closer behind me as his knot continues to fill me. "We made sure to save you plenty."

I blush at his words but can't help the wave of arousal that floods through me at the thought of taking them all. Of being marked and claimed by my entire pack.

"Such a greedy little omega," Knox rumbles as he and Asher join us on the bed. He's figured out I have a thing for dirty talk and he's intent on using it against me at every turn.

Not that I mind when every word makes my pussy throb with need.

"I want you," I pant. "All of you. I need…"

"What do you need, gorgeous?" Asher asks, his tone gentle and nurturing and his touch hot as sin as he cups my cheek and presses a kiss to my temple.

I whimper desperately, twitching as Dante's knot throbs inside me. I need their marks. Their teeth in my skin. Their knots inside me.

I need them to make me theirs, forever. Always.

I tremble as they surround me, my body still pulsing around Dante's knot. Their scents fill my lungs with every desperate breath.

Pack scents.

My pack.

"Please," I whimper again, unable to form the words to express what I need. But somehow, they understand.

"Are you sure?" Silas asks softly, his green eyes searching mine. "Once we mark you, there's no going back. You'll be ours forever."

"Yes," I gasp, tilting my head to bare my throat in clear invitation. "Please, I need it. Need you all."

They look at each other, longing warring with responsibility.

"She's not in heat," Knox reasons. "I think she really wants this."

"I do," I pant, clenching down on Dante hard enough that his eyes roll back in his head.

"Fuck," he groans, a shiver running down his spine.

A low growl rumbles through the alphas at my submission. Dante's knot pulses inside me as he nuzzles the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder.

"Mine first," he purrs against my skin. "Since I'm already locked inside you."

My breath catches as his teeth graze the spot, testing. Then he bites down hard, breaking the skin as his mark takes hold. The pain is sharp but brief, quickly replaced by waves of ecstasy as the bond snaps into place. I cry out as another orgasm crashes through me, my body clenching around his knot.

"Beautiful," Asher breathes, watching with dark eyes as Dante licks the wound clean.

As soon as Dante's knot goes down enough to slip free, Damon is there. His huge hands are gentle as he arranges me on my back, but there's no mistaking the alpha hunger in his eyes.

"My turn," he rumbles, positioning himself between my thighs. The first push inside makes me gasp—he's even bigger than Dante, stretching me deliciously as he fills me completely.

His scent grows more intense as as he starts to move, and I still can't get enough, each thrust driving me higher. I lose track of time, lost in the sensations, until I become aware of his thick knot bumping up against me.

With a final thrust, it's in. It aches at first, but then, it's pure bliss. His knot swells inside me, locking us together as he fills me with his seed. When he finally marks me and his teeth find my throat on the opposite side from Dante's mark, I arch into it eagerly.

The second bond floods through me like lightning, making me see stars as he claims me and I come all over again.

I'm vaguely aware of whimpering pleas for him not to stop, as if he could go anywhere with his knot locked inside me, but I'm too far gone to be sure exactly what I'm saying. It's not just the physical sensations, either. It's the rush of love and warmth and alpha possession that comes through the bonds that has me on another planet entirely.

I gasp as Damon's knot finally subsides enough for him to pull out. My body feels overwhelmed in the best way, marked and claimed by two of my alphas already. But from the hungry looks the others are giving me, they're far from done.

And so am I.

Knox and Asher exchange a heated look that makes my heart race. "Think you can take us both at once, beautiful?" Knox asks, his voice rough.

I whimper at the thought, my body clenching around nothing. "Please," I breathe, reaching for them desperately.

Knox moves first, settling against the headboard and pulling me into his lap. His cock is already hard, pressing insistently against my entrance as he guides my hips down. I sink onto him with a gasp, still sensitive from Dante and Damon's attention.

"That's it," Knox growls as I take him to the base. "So perfect for us."

I feel Asher's hands on my back, trailing down my spine as Knox starts to move inside me. My vision grays as his slick fingers circle my other entrance and I squirm eagerly.

Oh, fuck, yes.

"Relax for me," he murmurs, pressing gentle kisses between my shoulder blades as he works me open. "Let me take care of you."

The first finger slides in easily, making me moan and clench around Knox's cock. He groans, his hands tightening on my hips as Asher adds a second finger.

"Fuck," I gasp as Asher's fingers press into my G-spot from the other side. It's new and electric and I want more. "Please, I need..."

"What do you need?" Asher asks, scissoring his fingers to stretch me further. "Tell us, beautiful."

"Both of you," I pant, rocking between them desperately. "Need you both inside me, fucking me, making me yours."

Knox captures my lips in a heated kiss as Asher adds a third finger, making sure I'm ready for him. The dual sensations are already overwhelming—Knox's thick length filling my pussy while Asher's fingers work me open from behind.

Finally, Asher withdraws his fingers. I whimper at the loss, but then I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against me. He enters me slowly, carefully, giving me time to adjust to the stretch.

The feeling of both of them inside me is indescribable. I've never felt so full, so complete. When Asher bottoms out, pressing against Knox through the thin wall separating them, I come without warning.

"Look how eager she is for us," Asher purrs, holding still as I shake apart between them. "Such a perfect omega."

They start to move together, finding a rhythm that has me hoarse from screaming for more. Knox thrusts up as Asher pulls back, never leaving me empty for even a moment. Their combined scents fill my lungs with every gasping breath.

I feel Knox's knot starting to swell, too, promising to fill me even more. The added pressure combined with Asher's steady movements pushes me toward another peak.

"That's it," Knox growls, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Take my knot, beautiful. Let me claim you."

His knot pops inside just as they both sink their teeth into my throat—Knox's bite sharp and demanding while Asher's is gentler but no less possessive. The sensation of being knotted and claimed by both of them sends me spiraling into the most intense orgasm yet.

Their bonds lock into place alongside Dante's and Damon's, making me cry out. I can feel all of them now, four distinct connections humming with satisfaction and love.

Asher's mark may be softer as an omega, but it's still there. Still a claim. Still perfect.

When Asher finally catches his breath and pulls out carefully, I collapse against Knox's chest. His knot keeps us tied together as he strokes my back soothingly.

"Think you can be brave for me?" Silas asks, his green eyes dark with hunger as he moves closer. "Take two knots at once?"

I whimper at the thought, not sure if I can handle that much. But my body responds eagerly, clenching around Knox's knot at the mere suggestion.

"Please," I breathe, surprising myself with how desperately I want it. "Want to try."

Silas's scent grows stronger as he positions himself behind me. His fingers probe gently where Asher opened me up, testing how ready I am.

"So good for us," he purrs, pressing two fingers inside easily. "Such a good girl, taking everything your pack gives you."

I moan as he stretches me further, making sure I'm ready for his cock. Knox's knot pulses inside me with each movement, keeping me right on the edge.

Finally, Silas lines himself up and starts to push inside. The stretch is intense but not painful. Asher prepared me well, and my body welcomes the intrusion eagerly.

"Breathe for me," Silas murmurs as he sinks deeper. "That's it, just relax."

I gasp as he bottoms out, the feeling of those two thick cocks inside me almost too much to process. Knox's knot keeps him locked in my pussy while Silas fills my ass completely.

Soon, they've found their own rhythm that leaves me a trembling, panting mess between them. Silas pinches my left nipple between his thumb and forefinger while Knox kisses me senseless.

I feel Silas's knot starting to catch now, making me whimper with need. "Please," I beg, not even sure what I'm asking for anymore.

"Ready for my knot?" Silas growls, his movements growing more erratic. "Ready for my claim?"

"Yes," I gasp, tilting my head to bare the last unclaimed spot on my throat. “Please, alpha…”

His knot pushes inside just as his teeth find my throat, completing the set of marks that brand me as pack. The final bond locks into place, and I scream from the sheer, dizzying force of it.

I can feel all of them now, five distinct connections, but all equally strong. Asher. Damon. Silas. Dante. Knox. My pack, my mates.

When I finally come back to myself, I'm wrapped in their combined warmth. Someone—probably Damon—has cleaned us up, and they've arranged themselves around me protectively.

"How do you feel?" Asher asks softly, stroking my hair back from my face.

"Complete," I whisper, and it's true.

For the first time in my life, I feel whole. Safe. Loved. And fully, completely accepted.

"Sleep now," Knox murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple. "We've got you."

I drift off surrounded by their warmth, their love flowing through our new bonds. No more running. No more hiding.

They've seen everything I've been trying to keep from the world for so long, and they still want me.

Fiercely.