“Roger that, Boss Man,” Freeya finally says with exaggeration, then motions us to move down the stairs. The foyer in Freeya’s home is bustling with guests and wait staff as they hurry around her in a complex, coordinated dance. We follow behind her, making our way down the staircase, through the massive home, passing lavishly decorated rooms and out towards a sprawling back lawn. A set of glass double doors are open wide, and I gasp in surprise at the gazebo, adorned with white roses and calla lilies. Just in front of the gazebo, are two sections of white chairs, draped in white ribbons where the guests sit and wait. They all turn to look at us as if on cue. Mercy and Grace move around me and my father, both giving my hand a squeeze as they hurry through the doors, down the stone steps and along the aisles to where their mates wait for them.
I watch them move away from me, letting my eyes travel up the aisle to the base of the gazebo, where my breath catches in my throat again. Waiting patiently, like they’ve done for months, are my salvation, Beckett, Quincy, and Malcolm. Our eyes lock and they all straighten, standing at attention, looking immaculate in black tuxedos that’s so out of character for my cargo pants, combat boots, and gun toting, Alphas. I smile as Malcolm pushes his glasses back up his nose, offering me a sly wink.
“You did well today, Sweetheart,” Beckett said as he bent down and kissed my temple.
I shrugged shyly, feeling a sense of pride that I was able to assist them on their mission today. I realized for the first time that I could be more than just the Omega they protected. I wanted to help, to pull my weight, to be a part of this pack,for good. We found Freeya, she was safe, and I helped bring her home. Omari was injured but we just heard that he would pull through. “Thank you,” I finally replied, as I settled into my seat in the private jet as we prepared to return to Frankfort.
“We made a great team, didn’t we, Sweetness,” Malcolm chimed in as he walked down the aisle of the plane and squatted in front of me with Quincy not far behind. I watched the three of them as they crowded my space, and I knew I would never get tired of their nearness. When they were close, I was safe, secure—loved.
“We did. Although, I think I am going to need to practice driving drones to get the hang of it,” I replied, suddenly feeling nervous from their close proximity.
“Faith, we wanted to talk to you about something important,” Quincy said as he picked up one of my hands, straightening my fingers that I hadn’t realized were clenched at my knees.
Stuttering, I tried to find my words. Was this it? Was this where they told me I needed to return home? That they no longer needed or wanted me around. “I understand,” I finally said, hanging my head, the confidence I felt from their earlier praise waned. “When we get back to Frankfort I’ll return home. I?—”
“What?” Beckett asked, leaning forward and shifting his body in the seat beside me. He lifted my chin, angling my face to look at him. Quincy intertwined my fingers with his, and Malcolm laid his head on my thigh from his seat on the floor. I loved it when they all touched me. I never wanted to lose this. “Sweetheart, we don’t want you to ever go home. Your home is with us. Don’t you know that we are yours now? There is nowhere we would rather be than by your side.”
“Why did I think this was a goodbye?” I asked. I blew outa shaky breath. I allowed my brain to resort to negative thoughts because that’s what I’d experienced for years.
“You are our endgame, Sweetheart. We want you to be our Omega. To be a member of this team forever,” Quincy told me as he squeezed my hand.
Malcolm reached up and wiped the tears from my eyes. Tears I hadn’t realized were falling freely down my face. Beckett dropped his hand as I let myself lock eyes with each one of them. I’ve felt this rightness between us for a long time. I resolved to refuse to let my past get in the way of my future, and I was determined to keep living this way. Whatever happened to us moving forward, I wanted us to face it together, as a team.
“On one condition,” I stated, fighting back my smile.
“Anything, Sweetheart,” Beckett said.
“You have to kiss me first.” As soon as I said the words, soft lips pressed against mine. Tongues licked at the seam of my lips, deepening the kiss as all three of them wasted no time sealing our deal with a kiss, a solemn promise.
“Are you ready?” my father asks.
I nod absentmindedly, taking a step forward without a second thought. My feet carry me down the aisle to my mates. They are my gravity, and I cannot resist their pull. These men breathed life back into me when I thought I had no more life to live. They’ve protected me, loved me, even when I was too afraid to love them in return. They mended all my broken pieces and gave me a new home and a new life. It is a gift I will cherish forever.
THE END
