Page 64 of Knot Ruined

The silence that follows is thick and loaded.

Kingston’s grip tightens, his breath shuddering softly against my hair. His voice is raw, barely above a whisper.

“Does…does this mean you’re staying? With us?”

The question should annoy me, but it doesn’t.

Because even though I know they love me, even though I love them, a part of them is still scared. A part that thinks I might still walk away.

They don’t trust this moment won’t break apart.

I shift in Kingston’s lap, reaching down to squeeze Romano’s hand resting on my thigh, his skin warm beneath my fingertips. My free hand reaches out, threading into Voss’ hair, soothing the tension there.

I turn to Jace last, meeting his sharp blue eyes as I answer, making sure they all hear me.

“I was always going to stay.” My voice is soft but firm, absolute. “Even before this, I already chose you.”

The relief that crashes through the room is tangible.

Kingston exhales deeply, burying his face into my neck and gripping me like steel. Voss lets out a low, almost pained sound before gripping my ankles tighter, dragging them closer into his lap like he still doesn’t quite believe it.

Romano nuzzles his face into my knee, whispering something too soft for me to hear.

And Jace—Jace looks at me—a storm of emotion behind his eyes.“I love you—all four of you. You’re mine as much as I’m yours.”

Kingston exhales sharply, relief and joy washing over his face, softening those usually stoic features. “Fuck, little one. You have no idea how much we needed to hear that.”

Romano’s eyes widen, hope shining through his glasses as he grins like a lovesick fool. “We love you too, Little Love—more than anything.”

Jace’s deep voice is steady and firm, but his eyes glow with barely restrained emotion. “Always, Kitten. You’re ours forever.”

Voss shifts my legs gently, pulling me even closer, his amber eyes intense with raw, naked vulnerability. “I don’t exist without you, Fallon. You’re the only light I have. I fucking love you.”

I swallow hard, emotion tightening my throat. “I love you all so much.”

Jace moves forward slightly. His voice is suddenly softer, gentler than I’ve ever heard it. “Fallon…baby…can you tell us anything?”

The raw tenderness in his voice breaks my heart all over again. I breathe deep, preparing myself, clinging tighter to Kingston’s comforting strength as I start to speak. “It was Marline. She was behind everything.”

Their reactions are immediate. Romano growls low in his chest, eyes flashing with fury, while Kingston’s grip tightens protectively. Jace’s calm slips, his fists clenching tightly as he takes deep, steadying breaths. But it’s Voss who trembles with barely leashed rage, eyes dark and cold, voice a low promise of destruction.

“I’m still not sure what she is doing with the omegas, but I know why she targeted me. Seems someone thought that if I hadn’t come into the picture, she would be married to you guys and be the queen of the Rosetti pack.” and just like that, the mood changes again.

Jace groans, and Romano fake gags. I almost laugh at the look of utter disgust on Voss’ face, and I’m sure Kingston feels the same way.

“So Bitchface definitely got her wake-up call,” I mutter softly, leaning deeper into Kingston’s warmth, savoring the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear. “She fucked up when she took me and Violet—big-time.”

I feel Kingston’s chest rumble gently beneath me as he chuckles darkly, brushing his thumb soothingly across my hip. He changed into dark-colored joggers and a black long-sleeve tee. The sleeves rolled to expose his muscular forearms, a picture of sexiness now softened by the tired lines around his eyes.

Across from us, Romano sprawls on the floor, legs stretched out comfortably, his black joggers and nerdy graphic tee making him look far younger than his thirty-three years. He smiles up at me, amusement and relief dancing behind his glasses. Beside me, Voss sits silently, his presence comforting yet dark, his tactical gear replaced by simple black sweats and a snug black t-shirt that clings to his lean frame, highlighting the subtle power beneath. His eyes are sharp and alert, his fingers possessively brushing my ankles.

Jace stands near the fireplace, his massive body relaxed but still exuding protective dominance. He is dressed casually in gray sweats and a fitted white tee that stretches perfectly over his broad chest and shoulders. He watches me carefully, concern shadowing his usually stoic face.

“I never doubted for a second that you’d find me,” I continue, smiling softly, warmth filling my chest as I meet their eyes. “But those other omegas…”

My voice trails off as sadness steals over me again, the ache in my heart sharp and persistent. Remembering their frightened eyes, their helplessness, and despair leaves an ugly feeling twisting in my gut. “Some of them have nobody. No packs, no families—no one to even miss them. Those omega centers are a sick joke. They don’t care; they don’t protect them. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the centers themselves were involved in trafficking. They’re easy prey.”

Kingston’s grip tightens around me, his voice quietly menacing as he responds. “That’s definitely something we’ll be looking into, little one. I promise.”

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