My gaze flicks to him. “Tell me what?”
Kai exhales slowly, tension bleeding into the sound. “We suspected.”
Koa nods once. “We just didn’t know how to say it.”
Sol’s thumb brushes once against the back of my neck, and this time I don’t even try to hide the way I lean into it.
Finn’s voice is quieter when he speaks again.
“You’re compatible with all of us.”
A beat.
“Scent-match level.”
Not partial.
The words don’t shock me.
They settle.
“That’s not common…is it?” I ask. I may not have been raised as an omega, but I know some things. And scent matches arerare.
“No,” Kai replies. “It isn’t.”
“It’s super rare,” Koa adds quietly.
“It means,” Finn continues, voice steady and deliberate, “that if you choose it…you’d be the centre of our pack.”
My pulse jumps, but not in fear.
“In plain English,” Kai mutters, almost reverent now, “you’d be ours.”
“And we’d be yours,” Koa corrects softly.
I swallow.
“And if I don’t?”
“Then we don’t force it,” Sol says immediately. “We find a way to deal with the bond so that it doesn’t cause any more suffering.”
There is no hesitation in him.
“And then you can walk away,” Finn adds. “And we’ll let you…if that’s what you really want.”
Even now.
Even after blood.
Even after bond.
The choice is still mine.
The heat inside me deepens, no longer wild or turbulent – anchored now in something far steadier than instinct.
“I’m not walking away,” I say.
Kai’s breath leaves him in a slow exhale.