Page 141 of Storm

"Frankie," I repeat, my voice stronger now. "I want him in here, too."

Alexander strokes my hair, his touch soothing. "Of course," he murmurs, his voice lacking the edge of reluctance I detect in Jonathan's silence. "He's pack. He belongs here."

Rook crosses the room, his dark eyes taking in the scene—me locked between the twins, Reed and Fox still curled together in sleep. His strawberries and cream scent wraps around me like a familiar blanket, and through our bond, I feel his approval, his happiness, that I've found my place with all of them.

"Frankie brought food," Rook says, setting a tray on the edge of the nest. His eyes never leave my face, drinking in the sight of me between the twins. Through our bond, I feel no jealousy, only satisfaction that I'm being taken care of, that I'm getting what I need. "He's waiting outside."

"Tell him to come in," I manage, my voice still rough from crying out their names. "Please."

Rook nods, moving to the door to call Frankie in. Jonathan shifts slightly behind me, his knot still locking us together, the movement sending another wave of pleasure rippling through me.

"You okay?" Alexander asks, his green eyes searching mine with gentle concern.

I nod, unable to find words for the tangle of emotions coursing through me. The heat, the contentment, the bonds pulsing between us all. I feel complete in a way I never thought possible.

Frankie glances at Jonathan, seeking permission from the alpha who once was his boss. I feel Jonathan shake his head.

"You don't need my permission. Storm's in charge."

A warmth spreads through me at Jonathan's words—an acknowledgment that means more than I expected. Frankie's eyes widen slightly, but he moves forward, kneeling beside the nest where I can reach him.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his fingers tentatively twining with mine. "I don't want to intrude."

I squeeze his hand, drawing him closer. "You're not intruding. You're exactly where you belong."

Alexander shifts slightly beneath me, the movement sending sparks of sensation cascading through my over sensitized body. "The beta belongs with his omega," he says, his voice warm with acceptance.

Frankie's eyes meet mine, a question in their brown depths. I tug his hand, urging him into the nest. "Please," I whisper, needing his gentle presence to complete the circle of my pack.

He hesitates only a moment before climbing into the nest, his cinnamon and toasted marshmallow scent adds another layer of comfort to the already complex blend surrounding us. He settles beside Jonathan, close enough that I can reach out and touch him without disturbing the delicate balance of bodies keeping the twins and me locked together.

"Hey," he says softly, his warm brown eyes taking in my flushed face, the fresh claim marks on my neck. There's no jealousy in his gaze, only tender concern. "How are you feeling?"

"Complete," I answer honestly. "Like I finally found where I belong."

Frankie's smile is gentle, so tender it makes my heart ache. He reaches out, brushing a wild curl back from my forehead with reverent care. The simple gesture sends a wave of emotion crashing over me. "You always belonged," he says, his voice thick with sincerity and warmth. How can he see me this way? I came to them broken, a hurricane of need and desperation, yet they accept me as though I am a gift. His gaze is unwavering, full of quiet devotion. "It's us," he says, glancing around at the others, a hint of wonder in his words. "We were not worthy of you."

I reach up to touch his face, my fingers trembling slightly. "Frankie..." His name is all I can manage, too overwhelmed by the emotions surging through me, through all of us.

The bonds connecting me to the alphas, pulse with warmth, expanding somehow to include Frankie in their circle. Not a claiming bond—he hasn't marked me, and I know he can’t—but something else, something just as real. A connection born of shared history, of quiet moments and gentle touches, of card games played in the sterile halls of the Omega House when I was at my lowest.

"You've always seen me," I whisper, my voice thick with emotion. "Even when I was trying so hard not to be seen."

Frankie leans forward, pressing his forehead against mine. "How could I not?" he asks simply. "You shine too brightly to ignore."

Jonathan's arm tightens around me, a subtle reminder of his presence, of the knot still locking us together. The gesture might look possessive to an outsider, but through our fresh bond, I feel something different… vulnerability. Beneath his controlled exterior, Jonathan Kingsley is afraid. Afraid of how much he feels for me.

I feelReed and Fox through the bonds now, the connection flaring to life with new warmth. Their love for me is overwhelming in its intensity. An all-encompassing tenderness that catches in my throat.

It floods my mind like sunlight through a dense forest, illuminating everything I thought I knew about belonging, about acceptance.

Like Jonathan and Alexander, their emotions are distinct yet perfectly in sync—Fox’s a soft melody of kindness and calm, Reed’s a steady thrum of loyalty and protectiveness.

Together, they weave a pattern so intricate, so achingly beautiful, it leaves me raw with wonder.

Four alphas. A beta. And an omega.

All of them choosing me.