“We made that clear to Command. You’re assigned to our unit now. Marked. Knox and I plan to bond you fully.”
His gaze locked on mine.
“No other alpha touches you. Not for heat. Not for anything.”
A beat.
“Just us.”
My breathing grew steady. The instinct to flinch away and run still clawed at me, but even as Silas sensed it, he didn’t pull his hand back. Didn’t give me room to retreat from his touch or question whether it was safe..
“Remember how we made you feel? Wanted” he said, continuing to trace the mark.
“Safe.”
His voice dropped, rougher now.
“And in control… even when you let yourself unravel in our hands.”
A memory flickered. Silas' knot buried deep inside my core and Knox's lips sucking on my scarred nipple. My breath hitched. The room shifted. Both of them watched me intensely.
Knox’s head tilted slightly, a knowing look settling in his eyes.
Silas’s gaze darkened, his hand stilled at my throat as he breathed in slowly.
They could feel it.
Smell it.
The shift in me.
An amused smile tugged at the corner of Knox’s mouth.
“Yeah, she remembers,” he murmured.
“You’re ours now," Silas said.
I glanced toward Knox.
“He’s right,” Knox said easily. “Just us, runt.”
“You chose,” Silas said, levelling his gaze at me. “No going back now.”
His voice dropped lower.
“Ours," he repeated.
The word settled into me. And it didn’t twist or burn the way it used to when Marco said it. When they said"ours"it didn’t feel like ownership, but rather like belonging. As if we were scattered puzzle pieces finally locking together.
Shifting, aligning, fitting without resistance.
Not trapping.
Not caging.
Completing.
The three of us…
