Fallon climbs in on her other side. “Thank god. I don’t think my dick could take another round.”
She lets out a weak, breathless laugh. “I’m sorry I broke you guys.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I say, kissing her lips softly. “You’re alive. You’re safe.”
“Maisie?” she asks, her anxiety spiking slightly. “Is she okay?”
“She’s perfect,” I reassure her quickly. “Jude says she’s having the time of her life. She made a card for Rosie.”
Amber relaxes. “Good.”
She tries to sit up to eat, but she’s too sore. Knox and I feed her, breaking off pieces of toast and pressing them to her lips.
“I feel like a baby,” she murmurs, accepting a piece of egg from Fallon’s fingers.
“You’re our baby,” Fallon says without hesitation. He wipes a crumb from her lip with his thumb. “Our Omega. Our mate.”
The word “mate” hangs in the air. It feels heavy. Permanent.
“Am I?” she asks softly. “Is that what this is?”
Knox catches her hand, bringing it to his mouth to kiss her knuckles. “You were always ours, Amber. But now... the bond is sealed. The biology doesn’t lie.”
“The marks,” I say, gently turning her head to the side. Her neck is bruised with bites, marks left by all three of us. Her thighs are purple with Fallon’s love bites. “We claimed you.”
She touches her neck, her fingers tracing the wounds Knox left. She doesn’t look scared. She looks peaceful.
“I love you,” she says, looking at each of us in turn. “All three of you. I was so scared to tell you. I thought you’d run.”
“I’m never running,” I vow.
“I’m right here,” Knox says.
“We’re your pack,” Fallon adds.
She eats a little more, then snuggles down into the blankets, pulling us with her. We curl around her, sharing our warmth.
“Sleep,” I tell her. “Just sleep.”
I watch her face relax, the lines of pain and fear smoothing out. I hold her hand, feeling her pulse slow and steady under my fingers.
Knox meets my eyes over her head. He looks as wrecked as I feel—exhausted, hollowed out, but fiercely possessive.
Fallon presses a kiss to her shoulder and closes his eyes.
We did it. We brought her through the fire.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand again.
Another check-in, this time from Jude. I reassure him that we’re okay and that his sister is well taken care of.
I set the phone down and wrap my arm tighter around Amber’s waist.
Luke is out there, somewhere. But right now, in this bed, with the smell of our claim saturating the air, we are invincible.
She’s ours. We are hers.
And nothing is ever breaking that bond again.
