Page 64 of Daisy (Omega Chosen #3)

Daisy

T hree months later, and I'm still sitting behind this massive desk like I belong here.

Which is ridiculous. I don't belong here.

Uncle's chair feels way too big. Like I'm playing dress-up in someone else's life. But here I am, signing the last bunch of boring paperwork, and all I can think about is that crazy night.

How he tried to run when we stormed the mansion. Bolted for the back exit like the coward he is. Dante and his team had already taken everyone else out, but they let me go after him. Dante stayed close, had my back, but this was mine to finish.

God, the look on his face when he realized it was me chasing him. Me. The niece he'd trained to be quiet and obedient and perfect. Hunting him through his own mansion.

His hands were shaking so bad when I cornered him in his study. Papers scattered everywhere. Him desperately trying to destroy evidence like that was gonna save him.

"You did this," he'd whispered. Like he couldn't believe it.

“Yeah, I did. And I'm not sorry.”

The first thing I did after was sign all those executive orders. No more Choosing Days. Done.

Elections where everyone gets to vote, not just the rich assholes. And investigating every single case where they hid away male omegas like dirty secrets.

But we did it. We actually fucking did it.

The door opens and Gunner walks in, and through our bond I feel his contentment spike warm and deep. Behind him is a woman who looks so much like him it's startling. Sandy blonde hair, those same green eyes with gold flecks. Her honeyed lavender scent wraps around the room like a warm blanket.

"Daisy," Gunner says. "I want you to meet my sister Lily. We've been catching up for the past hour."

An hour. He's had his sister back for a whole hour, and through our connection I can feel how... complete he is now. Like someone found the missing piece of a puzzle he'd been carrying around broken.

Makes my chest tight in the best way.

Behind Lily, three men follow—two alphas and a beta. They're all watching her like she's their whole world.

A little girl with Gunner's eyes peeks around one of the alpha's legs. A toddler with blonde curls babbles from his perch on the beta's hip.

Family. This is what family actually looks like.

"I'm so glad to finally meet you," Lily says, and there's something so genuine about her.

No fake politeness. No agenda. Just... real.

"Gunner's told me so much about you. Scent matches.

.. that's incredible. I never thought I'd meet another omega who found theirs.

" She shakes her head in wonder. "You were definitely meant to be together. "

My throat gets tight with emotion.

The way she says it, like she truly understands how rare this is. Through our bonds, I feel my pack's reaction. This wave of protective love, like they're all thinking of course we found her at the same time.

Sometimes I still can't believe this is real. All of them. That I get to have this.

Then my sisters walk in.

Violet looks... different. Still careful, still holding herself like someone might yell at her for breathing wrong. But there's something new in her eyes. Something that looks almost like hope, maybe? She's wearing actual jeans instead of those perfect torture dresses Uncle used to make us wear.

Still learning how to exist without someone controlling her every move. I get that. I so get that.

Rose though? Rose looks like she discovered who she really is and decided to lean into it hard. Her auburn hair's all chopped off short and messy. She moves like she owns the whole damn world now.

Like the Rose who used to sneak us cookies and tell me I was her favorite little sister. Who danced with me in the garden when the nannies weren't watching. The one who was warm and bright and full of laughter before the system tried to crush it out of her.

She's got that spark back. That Rose-ness I thought was gone forever.

After everything Uncle put us through, seeing her like this? It's everything.

"We're here to help with the new rehabilitation centers," Rose says, and there's excitement in her voice now. Real excitement. "Both of us. We want to work with the omegas transitioning out of unwanted bonds."

Violet nods, her voice still soft but there's steel underneath now. "It's important work. Helping people the way you helped us."

My chest swells with pride. My sisters, using their brilliance to heal others. Finally free to do what they were always meant to do.

The little girl gets brave enough to approach. "Uncle Gunner?" she says, all shy and sweet.

Gunner drops to his knees and she launches herself into his arms.

Through our bond, I feel it hit him. Ten years of searching. Ten years of wondering if his baby sister was even alive. And now this, her daughter, safe and loved and calling him uncle like it's the most natural thing in the world.

His fierce protective love spikes so pure it makes my chest ache.

"This is Juliet," Lily says, tears in her voice. "And that little troublemaker is Benji."

The toddler waves from his perch, babbling "Unca Gun!" like he's known Gunner his whole life. Not just an hour.

I watch Gunner hold his niece like she's made of glass, his sandalwood scent going soft and vulnerable in a way that breaks my heart wide open.

This. This right here.

This is why we did it all.

So kids like Juliet and Benji will never have to learn how to disappear inside themselves when adults talk about their future like they're not even there.

"There's something else," Rose says, and her rose scent blooms with excitement as she exchanges a look with Violet. "We're working together now. Like we used to when we were little. Remember?"

Violet's jasmine scent warms with shared joy. "At the rehabilitation centers. Medical research with scientists who actually understand that forced bonds are trauma, not love."

"We're helping Tyler too," Rose adds, her voice going soft with affection. "The omega Hawk rescued? Tyler lights up every time Hawk’s name is mentioned."

"Tyler calls me all the time now," Hawk says from across the room, his caramel scent warm with affection. "He actually listens to my stories when nobody else wants to hear my voice."

"That's because you never shut up," Dante says dryly.

"Says the guy who gave a twenty-minute lecture on proper knife maintenance yesterday," Hawk shoots back with a grin.

"That was important tactical information!"

"Uh-huh. Sure it was, professor."

My chest fills with warmth. Tyler, safe and healing and making friends. After everything that poor omega went through, seeing him surrounded by people who actually care about him...

"It's the most important work we've ever done," Rose continues. "And we get to do it as sisters again."

My sisters are so smart. They were always brilliant, but Uncle was such a control freak he never let them actually use their brains.

Cassian appears in the doorway with his tablet. "Update from the lawyers," he announces. "Uncle's still in jail awaiting trial. Should be another few months before that circus starts. The transition committee officially hands power to the interim government next week."

The weight in my chest just melts away. Finally, decent people are running things—teachers, scientists, normal folks who actually know what they're doing instead of just having the right last name. Elections are still months out, but at least we're not gonna crash and burn.

Through our bonds, I feel August's quiet satisfaction from his position by the window, Dante's relief that the transition is going smoothly, Hawk's restless energy buzzing like electricity, Cassian's protective calm wrapping around all of us.

All of them here. All of them safe. All of them ready to go home.

Home. God, when did that word start meaning something again?

"Which means," I say, looking around at my pack, these incredible men who've supported every crazy decision I've made, "it's time for us to go home."

"What are you saying?" August asks, though through our connection I can feel his hope blooming bright.

"I'm saying let's go back to the cabin. For real this time. No more politics, no more revolution. Just us."

Dante's bond pulses with warm approval. "You sure? The transition team can handle?—"

"They can handle it without me," I interrupt. "I was never meant to rule. I was meant to free people, then get out of the way so they could choose their own leaders."

Relief floods through all our bonds. Finally . Finally, we can just be us.

Hawk appears beside me, grinning wide, his caramel scent spiking with pure joy. "Hell yes. I'm so ready to get out of this stuffy political bullshit."

"I can't wait to be back at the cabin with my pack." Dante says, his voice warm with happiness.

"Speaking of the cabin," Hawk adds, mischief flooding our connection before he even speaks. "I've been thinking we might need to put an extension on the cabin."

"Why?" Gunner asks, already suspicious.

"Because Dante's digestive system is a weapon of mass destruction. Seriously, one bathroom isn't enough for whatever the hell you've been eating."

"My digestion is perfectly normal!" Dante protests, his face going red.

"Normal for what? A garbage disposal?" Hawk dodges around the desk with a cackle. "Pretty sure you're violating the Geneva Convention at this point."

"That's it," Dante lunges for him. "Come here, you little shit."

"Alphas," I say, but through our bonds they both feel how much I love watching them mess around like this. How their playfulness makes my chest warm with happiness.

"Extension it is," I laugh, watching my pack chase each other around the Governor's office. "But Hawk's designing the ventilation."

"Oh, I've got plans," Hawk grins, still dodging. "Industrial strength. Maybe a hazmat system."

"Please don't blow up our house," August mutters, but I feel his fond amusement through our bond.

And as the laughter continues around me, as my pack argues about construction plans and digestive issues in the office where I was once told I was property...

I know we're exactly where we're supposed to be.

Through our bonds, I feel all of them. Dante's steady strength, August's gentle wisdom, Hawk's wild loyalty, Gunner's quiet devotion, Cassian's fierce protection. All of it mixing together into something that feels like home. Free. Together.

We're going home.