Tears slip down my cheeks before I can stop them.
Not because I’m sad.
Because I’ve never felt this safe.
This wanted.
Carson appears behind Graham, finally breaking the moment with a crooked smile. “So…do we get points for subtlety, or were we too obvious?”
I laugh through the tears, turning to bury my face in Graham’s chest.
Hunter’s voice drifts in from the hallway. “Subtle would’ve been one throw pillow and a scented candle. This is a whole ass sanctuary.”
They’re right.
It is.
And it’s mine.
CHAPTER 69
Willow
I’m still pressedagainst Graham’s chest when the tears finally slow.
Happy tears. Overwhelming tears. The kind that comes when something cracks wide open in your chest and, for once, it doesn’t hurt.
His hand strokes slowly down my back, anchoring me, his musk wrapped around me. He settled on the edge of my new nest, with me in his lap. Carson’s hand brushes my knee, a soft touch, like he can’t quite stay away. And Hunter, still lingering just inside the room, watches me with a look I can’t name.
None of them speak.
They don’t have to.
Because I feel it.
Through the bond. Through the silence. Through the way they’re here, all of them, waiting to be whatever I need.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve this,” I whisper into Graham’s shirt.
His lips press against the top of my head. “You let us in. And accepted us.”
I pull back just enough to look around the nest again. Every detail sinks deeper this time—how soft the pillows are, how layered the blankets, how intentional every little thing is. The colors. The smells of them scattered around with items that must have come from their rooms here. The placement.
They didn’t just build this for an omega.
They built this for me.
My throat tightens again, but not with tears.
With want.
With the ache that’s been living just under my skin ever since I let them claim me. Maybe even before. I can’t get enough of them. I’m addicted to their kisses and crave their touch. And this…this amplifies it in ways I didn’t even know were possible.
I meet Graham’s eyes. “It doesn’t feel real.”
He smiles, slow and quiet. “Then let’s make it real.”
He doesn’t move right away. Just watches me, his hands resting on my waist as he holds me in his lap. He waits for me to say yes without saying it out loud.
