Chapter Fifteen
Fallon
“God, I’d marry that shower if I could,” I mumble, stepping into the living room, still scrubbing at my damp hair with a towel. My body feels lighter and cleaner, but I can’t seem to wash away the tension still coiled deep inside me, not after everything.
Romano’s oversized shirt drapes over my frame, but it doesn’t quite cover as much as I’d like, leaving my tiny sleep shorts peeking out beneath. I’m hyper-aware of how exposed I am, but before I can adjust, strong hands grip my waist, sweeping me off my feet.
A startled gasp escapes me, but the moment I land, Kingston’s solid warmth envelops me.
He pulls me into his lap, arms locking around me like a cage—like he’s afraid I might slip away again.
His grip is firm, but not suffocating, his fingers pressing into my skin just enough to remind himself that I’m real.
Voss immediately claims my legs, dragging them into his lap as his arm coils around my calves, anchoring me in place.
His hold is almost desperate, possessive in a way that makes my chest ache.
Jace and Romano shift closer, their eyes dark and unreadable, still cautious despite the relief simmering beneath the surface.
They don’t trust that I’m staying.
And hell, can I blame them?
I exhale deeply, pressing back into Kingston’s chest, letting the firm, steady rise and fall of his breathing ground me. I should say something—reassure them, tell them I’m not leaving. But before I can, something hits me.
Hard.
I breathe in again, this time more deeply, intending to steady myself—but instead, I freeze.
My body tenses as an onslaught of scents floods my senses.
The first one wraps around me instantly, clean, crisp, fresh rain and pine. Kingston. It’s grounding, stormy, commanding—just like him. It crashes into me like a wave, so familiar yet so new, and I barely contain the sharp breath that hitches in my throat.
Then Jace—warm cedarwood and citrus, something sharp and clean beneath it, as if laced with electricity.
It prickles my skin and makes my chest tighten.
My gaze snaps to his, locking onto his stormy blue eyes across the room.
The way he’s watching me as if he already knows something is shifting, sends a jolt of adrenaline through me.
Beside me, Voss shifts, his grip tightening just slightly, but I feel it. Him. Dark amber and spice.
It’s intoxicating, laced with heat and danger. It seeps into my skin, curling around my lungs like smoke, rich and all-consuming. I shiver, not from fear but from something much, much deeper.
And then—Romano.
He’s looking up at me from where he’s sitting on the floor, eyes soft, adoring—like he’s staring at something sacred. And his scent—**smoked leather and vetiver, deep, warm, and endlessly inviting—**washes over me like a slow burn, curling around my senses.
Oh, god.
My stomach drops. My skin flushes hot, my heartbeat hammering against my ribs so violently it feels like my body is trying to make room for this revelation.
I can smell them.
Not just smell them—feel them. Like puzzle pieces clicking into place, like something inevitable finally making itself known.
I’ve never felt more whole in my life.
Shock, awe, and a deep, sudden possessiveness surge inside me, flooding me so quickly that I almost feel dizzy.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe, barely realizing I’ve said it out loud. My voice is a whisper of wonder and disbelief. “We really are mates.”
Everything around me stops.
Kingston goes rigid beneath me, his fingers tightening on my hips like a vice. I feel the rapid, pounding thud of his heart against my back. His voice is tight and controlled, and he is almost afraid to hope.
“What did you just say?”
I twist slightly, needing to see their faces, needing them to understand what I’m feeling. My chest tightens, my throat burning with too many emotions at once—joy, longing, and the lingering pain of how close I came to never realizing this at all.
“You were right,” I whisper, swallowing hard. “You’re my scent-matches. I don’t know how my nose got broken. But when I woke up, I could smell.” I turn to look at Voss. “I pushed it back in myself.”
He grins at me, looking proud. I don’t tell him I freaked out the whole time.
Romano’s brows pull together in a mixture of confusion and wonder. “But…why didn’t you notice it sooner?”
“Because all I could smell was blood.” I close my eyes for half a second, the memories pressing in, trying to drag me under. I force them back. Not now. Not when I’m finally home.
“It was like I practically snorted it.” My voice trembles slightly, the weight of how close I was to never realizing this—never coming back to them fully—settling heavily in my chest.
The silence that follows is thick and loaded.
Kingston’s grip tightens, his breath shuddering softly against my hair. His voice is raw, barely above a whisper.
“Does…does this mean you’re staying? With us?”
The question should annoy me, but it doesn’t.
Because even though I know they love me, even though I love them, a part of them is still scared. A part that thinks I might still walk away.
They don’t trust this moment won’t break apart.
I shift in Kingston’s lap, reaching down to squeeze Romano’s hand resting on my thigh, his skin warm beneath my fingertips. My free hand reaches out, threading into Voss’ hair, soothing the tension there.
I turn to Jace last, meeting his sharp blue eyes as I answer, making sure they all hear me.
“I was always going to stay.” My voice is soft but firm, absolute. “Even before this, I already chose you.”
The relief that crashes through the room is tangible.
Kingston exhales deeply, burying his face into my neck and gripping me like steel. Voss lets out a low, almost pained sound before gripping my ankles tighter, dragging them closer into his lap like he still doesn’t quite believe it.
Romano nuzzles his face into my knee, whispering something too soft for me to hear.
And Jace—Jace looks at me—a storm of emotion behind his eyes.“I love you—all four of you. You’re mine as much as I’m yours.”
Kingston exhales sharply, relief and joy washing over his face, softening those usually stoic features. “Fuck, little one. You have no idea how much we needed to hear that.”
Romano’s eyes widen, hope shining through his glasses as he grins like a lovesick fool. “We love you too, Little Love—more than anything.”
Jace’s deep voice is steady and firm, but his eyes glow with barely restrained emotion. “Always, Kitten. You’re ours forever.”
Voss shifts my legs gently, pulling me even closer, his amber eyes intense with raw, naked vulnerability. “I don’t exist without you, Fallon. You’re the only light I have. I fucking love you.”
I swallow hard, emotion tightening my throat. “I love you all so much.”
Jace moves forward slightly. His voice is suddenly softer, gentler than I’ve ever heard it. “Fallon…baby…can you tell us anything?”
The raw tenderness in his voice breaks my heart all over again. I breathe deep, preparing myself, clinging tighter to Kingston’s comforting strength as I start to speak. “It was Marline. She was behind everything.”
Their reactions are immediate. Romano growls low in his chest, eyes flashing with fury, while Kingston’s grip tightens protectively.
Jace’s calm slips, his fists clenching tightly as he takes deep, steadying breaths.
But it’s Voss who trembles with barely leashed rage, eyes dark and cold, voice a low promise of destruction.
“I’m still not sure what she is doing with the omegas, but I know why she targeted me. Seems someone thought that if I hadn’t come into the picture, she would be married to you guys and be the queen of the Rosetti pack.” and just like that, the mood changes again.
Jace groans, and Romano fake gags. I almost laugh at the look of utter disgust on Voss’ face, and I’m sure Kingston feels the same way.
“So Bitchface definitely got her wake-up call,” I mutter softly, leaning deeper into Kingston’s warmth, savoring the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear. “She fucked up when she took me and Violet—big-time.”
I feel Kingston’s chest rumble gently beneath me as he chuckles darkly, brushing his thumb soothingly across my hip.
He changed into dark-colored joggers and a black long-sleeve tee.
The sleeves rolled to expose his muscular forearms, a picture of sexiness now softened by the tired lines around his eyes.
Across from us, Romano sprawls on the floor, legs stretched out comfortably, his black joggers and nerdy graphic tee making him look far younger than his thirty-three years.
He smiles up at me, amusement and relief dancing behind his glasses.
Beside me, Voss sits silently, his presence comforting yet dark, his tactical gear replaced by simple black sweats and a snug black t-shirt that clings to his lean frame, highlighting the subtle power beneath.
His eyes are sharp and alert, his fingers possessively brushing my ankles.
Jace stands near the fireplace, his massive body relaxed but still exuding protective dominance. He is dressed casually in gray sweats and a fitted white tee that stretches perfectly over his broad chest and shoulders. He watches me carefully, concern shadowing his usually stoic face.
“I never doubted for a second that you’d find me,” I continue, smiling softly, warmth filling my chest as I meet their eyes. “But those other omegas…”
My voice trails off as sadness steals over me again, the ache in my heart sharp and persistent.
Remembering their frightened eyes, their helplessness, and despair leaves an ugly feeling twisting in my gut.
“Some of them have nobody. No packs, no families—no one to even miss them. Those omega centers are a sick joke. They don’t care; they don’t protect them.
Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the centers themselves were involved in trafficking. They’re easy prey.”
Kingston’s grip tightens around me, his voice quietly menacing as he responds. “That’s definitely something we’ll be looking into, little one. I promise.”
I sigh heavily, feeling the weight of their pain like a physical burden. “I just…wanted so badly to take care of them, to make sure they never had to return to a place like that.”
“Then why don’t you?” Romano’s voice breaks through my sadness, his head tilted in a way that makes him look like an adorably confused puppy, though his eyes sparkle with a sudden excitement.
I stare at him blankly, uncertain what he means. “Rom, how exactly would I do that? There are so many of them. It’s not as simple as taking them home like stray kittens.”
Romano leans forward, his expression earnest and thoughtful.
“We could always buy a property—like an old hotel or apartment building. Renovate it completely, tailor it exactly for their needs. It’d be a safe haven, somewhere they can rebuild their lives without fear.
They’d be protected, supported, and cared for. ”
My mouth falls open, eyes wide as I stare at him, realization dawning like the rising sun. A fierce joy replaces my sadness, hope flooding through me like a wave. “Romano, that’s fucking genius!”
He beams brightly, clearly proud of himself, while Kingston nods thoughtfully, already calculating possibilities.
Jace’s face softens into a smile, his eyes warm with approval as he nods quietly.
Even Voss’ usually hardened expression relaxes slightly, a hint of admiration in his gaze as he gently squeezes my leg.
“This could actually work,” Kingston murmurs, excitement threading through his usually composed voice. “You have the resources, Fallon. We have the connections. Together, we could give those omegas a real chance at life.”
My heart leaps in my chest, relief and purpose flooding my veins. I smile brightly, feeling tears sting the backs of my eyes—tears of joy, hope, and overwhelming love for these four incredible alphas.
“We’re doing this,” I say firmly, determination burning fiercely inside me. “We’re giving them what they deserve—safety, love, and a home.”
Romano reaches up, gently squeezing my hand. “You’ll be their guardian angel, Little Love.”
I laugh softly, joy washing away the lingering shadows of fear and sadness. “Only if you’re right beside me.”
Kingston’s lips brush tenderly against my temple, his voice deep with emotion. “Always, little one.”