“It was always your wedding,” he rumbles. “We were just holding it hostage.”
“I missed you,” I admit.
That’s all it takes.
Dax closes the distance, wrapping his arms around me and burying his face in my neck. The others collapse around us, a tangle of limbs and desperate scents. It smells like apology and relief and home.
“I’m keeping my apartment,” I say into Dax’s chest.
He stiffens. “Sierra?—”
“For now,” I clarify. “I’m keeping my apartment until the lease is up. I need to know I have a place that’s mine. But...” Ilook up at Malik. “I suppose I can spend most nights at the house. If the offer still stands.”
“The offer stands forever,” Malik says, pressing a kiss to my temple.
“And about the business,” I say, looking at the Sterling file. “I’m taking this contract. I’m going to crush it. And you four are going to watch me do it.”
Cole grins, and the light finally comes back into his eyes. “We’ll be the ones cheering the loudest.”
“But,” I add, “maybe for the Traynor event... we could collaborate? As a test run?”
Jalen’s eyes light up. “A test run?”
“Smith and Knightley,” I test the words. “If we don’t kill each other working together on one event, we can talk about a merger.”
Dax kisses me, hard and possessive. “Deal.”
I look at my office. Three years of independence. Of building something entirely my own. Of proving I could make it without a pack, without family, without anyone but myself.
Then, I look back at them.
Four alphas who’ve shown me what it could be like to not do it alone. Who’ve taken care of me, protected me, made me laugh, made me feel safe and wanted and cherished.
Who just confessed they’re in love with me.
Who are looking at me like I hung the moon.
My omega has no doubts. She’s been purring since they walked into the room, thrilled at the idea of going home with our pack, our alphas.
And for once, my logical brain isn’t arguing.
“Okay,” I whisper.
“Okay?” Dax’s eyes search mine like he can’t quite believe it.
“Take me home.”
The words have barely left my mouth before Dax pulls me against his chest with a sound that might be relief or triumph or both. Malik’s hand finds my back, steadying. Cole’s laughing,and Jalen’s arms wrap around all of us, creating a bubble of pack scent and safety right there in the middle of my office.
“Thank fuck,” Dax mutters against my hair. “Because I was fully prepared to kidnap you if necessary.”
I laugh through my tears. “That would have been very illegal.”
“Would have been worth it.”
“Very romantic though,” Cole adds. “Sweep you off your feet, carry you to our lair?—”
“Your lair?” I pull back enough to look at him, eyebrows raised.
