Page 177 of Knot Over You

“More than okay.”

Through the bond, I feel him. His protectiveness. The quiet joy he doesn’t have words for. The love that’s been there for ten years, patient and steady, waiting for me to come home.

Theo appears in the doorway, drawn by the pull of pack. Then Lucas, his hand coming to rest on the small of my back. The four of us standing together in the room that will hold our future.

“Bed?” Theo asks.

“Bed.”

We settle into the nest—the one they built nine years ago, hoping I’d come back. Me in the middle, where I belong. Theo curled around my back, one hand resting on my belly. Lucas pressed against my front, his forehead touching mine. Nate behind Theo, one arm stretched across all of us.

This is my life now. Sawdust and Sunday dinners and alphas who build granny flats for my grandmother without being asked. Who spent a decade waiting for me to come home.

Mr. Darcy pads in after us, circles twice, and settles at our feet with a satisfied rumble.

The pack bond hums between us—Theo’s brightness, Lucas’s steadiness, Nate’s quiet devotion. And underneath it all,something new. Something small and growing. Already part of us.

Our baby.

I close my eyes.

Ten years ago, I left three boys who loved me.

Now I’m home. Bonded. Pregnant. Building a home for my grandmother—the same grandmother who faked needing help just to get me back to this town.

Who knew one meddling old woman could be so right about everything?

About damn time.

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