Page 72 of Knot Your Problem, Cowboy (Wild Hearts Ranch #1)

“You’re all insane,” I tell them, but I’m smiling. Because the truth is, I can see it. Little kids running through these rooms, learning to ride, growing up surrounded by love and chosen family, and yes, probably learning to avoid Brutus.

“Good thing you love us anyway,” Ridge says, pulling me in for a kiss.

“Come on, let’s sit outside on the porch,” Walker offers, already heading that way with a beer in hand.

We follow, one by one, settling onto one of the two wooden bench swings and the weathered chairs scattered across the porch.

The drinks are cold, the air is warm, and the sun spills gold across the fields like a blessing.

The land stretches wide and quiet before us, the mountains standing watch in the distance.

It’s beautiful. All of it.

And as we sit there, Meredith and June plotting how to terrify the local book club into choosing even spicier reads, and my three Alphas pretending they’re not already scheming up a schedule for baby-making, I feel it.

That slow, breathtaking ache of rightness .

This is it.

My happily-ever-after.

Messy, ridiculous, and perfect.

We’re mid-laugh when something shifts in the corner of my eye.

Across the yard, just beyond the guesthouse, there’s movement. Big. Heavy. Dark.

“Oh, hell no,” Meredith says, already half standing. “Tell me that’s not?— ”

“Brutus,” Cash groans, eyes widening. “Why is Brutus out?”

Before anyone can answer, Meredith screams, and that’s all it takes.

The enormous black bull turns sharply toward the noise. Locks eyes. And starts charging.

There’s no time to think.

We explode off the porch, cushions tumbling. Laughter and swearing and thudding boots as we scramble for the front door like a stampede in reverse.

June yells, “Why is he so fast?”

Ridge slams the door behind us.

We pause in the entryway, and I’m panting and laughing so hard my ribs ache, reminded so much of my first day arriving on this ranch.

I look around at them, my wild best friends, my insane soulmates, the accidentally terrifying livestock, and grin.

“My God,” I say, breathless. “I really live here.”

C onfessions of a City Omega

The Final Chapter (Just Kidding, You’re Stuck with Me Forever)

Dearest Diary,

So. Just over three months ago, I inherited a ranch from my ex’s grandmother and thought the universe was playing a cruel joke.

Plot twist: It was actually the universe’s way of saying, “Girl, hold on to your panties. Shit’s about to get WILD.”

And wild it got.

Things That Happened:

Inherited a ranch I’d never seen

Met three Alpha cowboys who turned my world upside down

Discovered the term scent match can come in different forms that aren’t just about smell

Learned to feed goats (badly)

Went viral on the internet (accidentally)

Saved said ranch with the help of 50,000 of you beautiful humans

Found my home, my pack, my everything

Things I Learned:

Cowboys are even better than the romance novels promised.

Brutus the bull is an agent of chaos, and we respect that.

Small towns will rally around you faster than you can say fundraiser.

Three Alphas are exactly two more than you think you can handle (but somehow perfect).

Sometimes the worst thing that happens to you leads to the best thing.

Never let anyone tell you what you can or can’t do. They said:

City Omegas can’t run ranches (watch me).

You can’t crowdfund half a million dollars (already did, thanks).

You can’t turn your disastrous life into a love story ( gestures at everything ).

We did all of that. With style. And only minor property damage.

Current Ranch Status:

My best friend is here for a week, and she’s already trying to steal one of my cowboys (not happening). The cats have claimed every soft surface in the house. The guys have started a subtle campaign called “Operation Breed Sophia,” which is both alarming and oddly sweet.

About that last one… They’ve gone from hints to leaving parenting magazines around the house.

Cash bookmarked a baby names website on my laptop.

Walker has been pricing cribs just to see.

Ridge mentioned something about good breeding stock, which earned him a night on the couch (for about an hour before I caved) .

My heat is returning soon. We’ll see what happens.

The Real Talk:

This blog started as a way to process my grief and confusion. It became a lifeline, connecting me to all of you who’ve laughed, cried, and rage-quit reading when I was trying to feel like I fit somewhere as an Omega.

You proved that community isn’t about proximity; it’s about connection. That love isn’t about perfection, it’s about choosing each other through the chaos. That home isn’t a place, it’s the people who refuse to let you face your battles alone.

Thank you for being part of this absolutely unhinged journey. For caring about our story. For donating, sharing, and shouting at your screens when I was being an idiot about my feelings.

This isn’t goodbye. You’re stuck with me and my ranch adventures forever. But this is the end of “How did we get here?” and the beginning of “ What happens next?”

Coming Soon to the Blog:

Meredith vs. Book Club Ladies

Why We Can’t Have Nice Things (it’s Brutus)

Garden Adventures: Everything I Plant Dies but I’m Still Trying

Small-Town Dating: A Guide for Visiting City Girls

Baby Watch (they’re wearing me down)

Tonight’s Omega Wisdom:

Sometimes you have to lose everything to find what really matters. Sometimes the scariest path leads to the best destination. And sometimes three cowboys, a bunch of cats, and a demonic bull are exactly what you need to build a family.

Life is weird. Embrace it.

City Omega out. (Still claimed. Still loved. Still can’t believe this is real.)

PS: If anyone knows how to build a Brutus-proof fence, I’m begging you to share. He learned how to open gates. LEARNED. TO. OPEN. GATES.

PPS: The good breeding stock comment was romantic in context, I swear. Stop judging.