Revulsion didn’t come, however, and she finally understood why.
She’d spent her whole life running away fromthis. She’d thought risking herself was a foolish choice that only idiots made. Each time she’d seen a friend of hers fall for the pretty words of an alpha, she’d rolled her eyes and waited for the horrible outcome.
Yet, in Trent’s harsh features that softened only for her, in Kyle’s smirk and humor, in the grasp of Daniel’s hand against her throat, she didn’t find the stifling claustrophobia she’d feared.
Instead, she’d found freedom—from loneliness, from expectations, from her own past. The alphas she’d run from—even before she’d realized she was runningfrom anyone—had ended up being her own leap into a future that held more than she’d ever thought she could have.
They weren’t just any alphas—any men. They were her partners, her protectors, her mates,heralphas.
Alison smiled up at them, at the only men who had been brave and tough enough to match her, to make her face her own demons, to face theirs in response. She happily accepted that they needed one another, that they were bound.
She might be theirs, but they were damn well hers right back, and that would never change.
