Page 126 of Knot Their Arrangement

The way Rhett's wildness seems more focused in her presence versus how Kieran's careful control softens without weakening.

These subtle changes speak to something profound happening – not just the addition of an Omega to our pack, but the discovery of someone who genuinely completes us.

"What are you thinking about that has you smiling like a proud father?"

My smirk only grows wider as I glance sideways at Ezekiel, catching the knowing look in his dark eyes before returning my attention to the scene unfolding inside.

Kamari has risen up on her tiptoes, straining to reach a book on the top shelf – a rather futile endeavor given her petite stature.

Her profile presents an absolutely adorable picture: lips pursed in concentration, brow furrowed slightly as she stretches upward.

Even from here, I can sense her mounting frustration while Kieran gestures toward Rhett, who's obviously the tallest of the three and most capable of retrieving her desired tome.

The urge to go inside and help tugs at me – Ezekiel and I being the tallest of our pack could easily solve her dilemma. But like my detective companion, I remain rooted in place, understanding the value of letting them bond without our interference.

These small moments of interaction, of natural problem-solving and cooperation, are crucial to building pack dynamics.

"Isn't this the first time we've actually all gotten along with an Omega so naturally?" I finally answer Ezekiel's question, voicing the observation that's been playing at the edges of my thoughts.

He considers this for a moment, his detective's mind clearly reviewing our previous attempts at pack expansion.

"Obviously," he agrees with a slight shake of his head. "Which Omega has ever compared with our dynamic? They either complain about how weird the combination of our professions is, or they couldn't handle our fake profiles of careers."

The reminder draws a deeper smirk from me as I recall some of our more creative attempts at finding compatible matches.

"The plumber profile was particularly entertaining."

Those had been interesting times – me, one of the most powerful men in the criminal underworld, presenting myself as a simple tradesman. I'd even used different surnames deliberately, wanting to avoid any connection to my true identity.

The resulting meet-and-greets had provided endless entertainment, though ultimately proving futile in our search for the right Omega.

Through the glass, I watch as Rhett finally moves to help Kamari, though not in the way any of us might expect.

Instead of simply reaching up to grab the book, he wraps his hands around her waist and lifts her bodily toward the shelf. Her squeak of surprise carries faintly through the glass, followed by Kieran's rich laughter.

The scene perfectly encapsulates why she's different from all those previous candidates.

Where others might have been offended by such casual manhandling or tried to maintain rigid propriety, Kamari adapts instantly. She takes advantage of her new elevation to snag not just one book but three, tucking them against her chest like precious treasures before Rhett lowers her back to earth.

"Remember the hedge fund manager?" Ezekiel's voice carries notes of both amusement and exasperation. "The one who spent the entire interview trying to convince Kieran she could double his portfolio returns?"

I nod, recalling that particular disaster.

"She didn't even make it past the first meeting. Kieran said anyone that confident about guaranteed returns was either delusional or running a Ponzi scheme."

The memory draws a quiet chuckle from both of us.

We'd gone through so many potential candidates over the years, each one falling short in different ways. Some couldn't handle the idea of sharing Alphas. Others became obsessed with our wealth and status, seeing us as tickets to easy living rather than potential mates.

"Or that racing enthusiast," Ezekiel continues, warming to the topic. "The one who wouldn't stop talking about her extensive knowledge of Formula One statistics?"

"Rhett's face when she got every single one of his race times wrong," I recall, shaking my head. "But insisted she was right because she'd 'read it on a fan forum somewhere.'"

Inside, Kamari has settled onto one of the plush reading chairs, her newly acquired books spread across her lap.

Rhett perches on the chair's arm while Kieran takes the seat opposite, both of them seemingly content just to be in her presence while she explores her literary treasures.

"She's not pretending," Ezekiel observes quietly, echoing my own thoughts. "Everything about her reactions is genuine…from her excitement about the books to her comfort with our touch."

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