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98. Jacob
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Knot My Alpha Epilogue - Jacob
The fire pit crackles low between us, casting soft amber light against the twilight sky. The trees around the garden sway gently in the breeze, their leaves whispering above the roof of our little cottage. Yip, the one with the sunroom Xavier insisted we needed, even though he only uses it on quiet mornings to read poetry with his legs folded beneath him and a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.There’s music drifting from the outdoor speaker, low and mellow. Something acoustic, soft around the edges. A breeze carries the scent of grilled peaches and jasmine, wrapping around the four of us in lazy tendrils as the last stretch of golden hour melts into dusk.Tyler is curled into one of the patio chairs, blanket thrown around his shoulders like a shawl, hair in a messy bun on top of his head. He’s got a mug in one hand, half-full with lukewarm tea he keeps forgetting to drink, and a sleepy baby balanced across his chest, her little hand tucked against his throat like she owns him.Wh
Knot My Alpha 100. Jacob
We sit on the balcony just past sunset, the breeze light and tinged with the scent of jasmine drifting up from the garden beds below. Xavier’s legs are tucked up under him on the lounge chair beside mine, one of my hoodies draped loosely over his frame. He’s got a mug in his hands—something herbal and full of honey—and every so often, he brings it to his lips without drinking, just to feel the warmth and inhale.It’s been a week since the press conference. Three since the Council released their final statement. The world has been turning fast, with interviews and meetings and Council debriefs blurring one day into the next, but somehow, tonight feels slower.I glance over at him, watching the way the fading light catches in his hair, soft and gold at the edges, and I feel it again—that instinctual pulse that still hasn’t dulled, even now that we’re bonded and safe and on the other side of everything they tried to take from us. It’s quieter now, settled deeper, but it’s there. That c
Knot My Alpha 99. Xavier
The sky is overcast above the Council Hall, but for once, it doesn’t feel heavy. The clouds are soft, thin like worn cotton, and the air smells faintly of rain—clean and cool and not like anything artificial. I never thought I’d be able to stand on these steps and feel peace, but here I am, standing just outside the building where I first cracked my ribs open to speak the truth, and for the first time in years, I feel like I’m standing on solid ground.Jacob is beside me, one hand in mine, the other tucked into his coat pocket as we watch the Council’s official liaison descend the stairs with a final nod of dismissal. There’s no crowd. No reporters. No fanfare. Just a few quiet guards and the soft hum of the sealed security gate behind us. The statement was released publicly five minutes ago, and the silence that follows feels less like absence and more like reverence.“They’re gone,” I say, barely louder than a breath.Jacob squeezes my hand. “They are.”My body doesn’t know what t
Knot My Alpha 98. Jacob
I wake up to the scent of him.Not the faint trace he used to leave behind on pillows and stolen hoodies and the edges of our nest. Not the sweet, subtle notes that used to slip out when he forgot his inhibitors or when his body was too exhausted to keep them fully active. No, this scent is different. Bolder. Unfiltered. Saturating the air around us like sunlight through sheer curtains—warm, dizzying, mine.And underneath all that: Contentment. It hums through the bond like a heartbeat.I lie there for a long moment, eyes still closed, breathing it in. Letting it roll through my lungs and settle in my chest like something I never want to let go of. I can feel him, really feel him now. The bond we’d tiptoed around for weeks has finally settled into place, stretching between us like a current—alive, tethered, undeniable.He’s still asleep, curled against me, head tucked under my chin, one hand splayed across my stomach like he never wants to let me go. The moment I shift slightly to lo
Knot My Alpha 97. Xavier
The moment we step through the doors of the estate, I know something’s changing inside me.It starts slow.Not the heat—that crashes into me sudden and full-bodied, leaving no room for grace—but my choice. The moment I decide. The moment I finally let go. That part comes gently. Like breath. Like something inevitable.I stand just inside the entryway for a moment, still and breathless. My palms are sweating. My body feels too warm. There’s a tension building under my skin, like every part of me is waking up, like I’ve been asleep for years and only now remembered I have a body that needs.I press my palm flat to the wall, gripping the edge of the molding like it’ll keep me upright. My breath is shallow. My skin is too tight. The bond is thrumming, thick with Jacob’s scent, his presence, his worry. He hasn’t said a word yet, but I can feel him behind me—his energy crawling up my spine, his control barely held together at the seams.I don’t turn around. I can’t. I need a minute to fight
Knot My Alpha 96. Xavier
The sun hits me in the face the second we step out of the courthouse, but for once, I don’t flinch away from it.Everything’s too bright, but I don’t mind it. Not today. Today, I want to feel all of it. The warmth on my skin, the weight of the air, the echo of my own heartbeat that still hasn’t settled from what I just did. My chest feels hollow and full all at once, like I’ve exhaled something I’ve been carrying for years and now I don’t know how to breathe without it.Jacob’s hand slips into mine as we step onto the stone steps. He doesn’t speak as he walks beside me, our bodies brushing. I can feel his gaze on me, quiet and protective and so much deeper than just pride. He hasn’t said a word since I gave my testimony—not since he met me in the hallway and held me like I was something sacred and broken and remade all at once.I think if he says anything right now, I might cry, so I’m grateful for the silence.Until I see them.Tyler and Landon are waiting at the bottom of the courth
Knot My Alpha 95. Xavier
I never imagined what it would feel like to step into a room like this.Not just a courtroom. Not a hearing chamber or a sterile government office. This is something else entirely. The walls are high, soundproofed, curved like they were built to keep every secret inside and every predator out. The air is colder than it needs to be, sharp with sterilized neutrality and the weight of names I don’t know carved in polished plates along the far wall. There are no windows, no spectators, no reporters waiting to dissect this moment with camera flashes and headlines. Just the circular arrangement of seats—twelve council members, an official recorder, and a silent shadow of power at every corner, arms folded behind their backs like stone statues.It should make me feel small, but it doesn’t, because he’s here.Jacob.Sitting in the shadowed row set aside for designated supporters. Eyes on me. Shoulders squared. Not a single trace of Beta musk anywhere on him. He didn’t walk in here today as a
Knot My Alpha 94. Jacob
I step out onto the terrace when the house gets too quiet. Not silent. Just… muffled. Xavier’s in the nest. I saw the way his shoulders dropped when he curled into it earlier, like it was the only place on earth where his bones didn’t feel too heavy. He’d kissed me goodnight with shaky confidence, said he wanted to sleep early, that it would help. I let him go, even though every part of me wanted to hold him there and tell him I’d cancel the whole thing. That he didn’t have to do it. That the system could burn without his testimony if it meant I didn’t have to watch him walk into that room tomorrow with a target on his heart.But he’s not the one panicking tonight, I am. And I need to get my shit together before I wake him with the weight of it.I scroll through my contacts until I get to his name, hovering my thumb over the call button longer than I probably should. Tyler Winchester.I haven’t called him since they left. Not really. We’ve texted. Exchanged photos. He sent me a meme
Knot My Alpha 93. Xavier
When Richard Turner enters the room, he doesn’t speak right away. He never does. He closes the door behind him, quiet and composed as always, and folds his hands behind his back as he surveys the room. Jacob straightens almost unconsciously beside me, shoulders stiffening, but his fingers remain where they are—threaded with mine on the couch between us. That simple point of contact is the only reason I don’t flinch.Something in Richard’s expression has changed since the last time I saw him. He’s not angry or unreadable or even cold, not in the way he usually is. He’s… quieter. More careful, somehow. Like someone’s handed him a bomb he has no idea how to disarm without collateral damage.I sit up slightly straighter, already feeling my stomach tighten with unease. “Is something wrong?”He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he moves to the armchair across from us and lowers himself into it, suit perfectly crisp, expression as composed as ever—but I can see it in the lines around his
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