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“Jealousy, the desire for power, status, take your pick. These are strong motivators.” Alek held out a hand to help me to my feet. “But poorly executed attacks incited by these things never succeed.”
I shook my head, still stunned by the revelation that tonight’s chaos was my fault.
A triumphant howl came from outside. One I had no trouble interpreting after years of living on pack land during successful hunts. The wolves had been victorious. Yips and barks turned to deep male voices cheering and congratulating each other on kicking hunter ass as the shifters approached. I didn’t let myself look away as Kingston appeared in the doorway, naked, proud, streaked with dirt and blood.
His gaze caught and held mine from across the room, not a single sign of shame or embarrassment as his body responded to me. Several women whistled and whispered at the impressive sight of my mate. Myothermate.
“They’re gone, either dead or scared off, but gone for sure,” he said. “It’s okay now. No one is going to hurt you.”
It was over. Callie was gone, and all her meddling attempts to get rid of me were finished. I could finally start over. Free from the threat of her jealousy.
Noah moved to stand beside me, catching one of my hands in his. Alek stood on the other side, his palm resting on the small of my back. I turned my head slightly, catching Caleb’s searing gaze, knowing it had been on me ever since he tasted my blood. And then I returned my focus back to Kingston. Proud. Regal. Head alphahole himself, Kingston.
My mates. All of them.
Something clicked in me as I finally let myself admit it. I needed these men. All four of them. I was stronger, faster, more in control—mentally and emotionally—when I was with them. They completed me. I couldn’t choose between them. I needed each and every one of them.
“Sunday!” Moira burst from the crowd, her dress torn, lip split, but thank God she was alive.
She crashed into me, dislodging me from the connection I’d made with my men. “You’re okay,” I whispered, hugging her tight.
“I wouldn’t be if Sanderson hadn’t thrown herself on the bomb. She saved everyone.”
My gut clenched. “Is she... did she survive?”
Nodding, she sighed. “She used a shield spell. Her recovery is going to take a long time, but she’ll make it.”
Relief cascaded through me. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take.
Moira’s hands dug into my flesh, her body spasming once.
Shit.
“Moira?”
She didn’t respond right away, but when she did, ice water ran through my veins because the voice that came out wasn’t hers.
It was my mother’s.
“The Blackthorne heir is the only way.”
