Knots of the Hybrid Queen: Claimed by Four Alphas Chapter 16: The First Storm

They fed first, which felt surreal in a way I couldn’t quite articulate.

Not just food, but the act of it — Kael bringing a plate from the kitchen while Riven poured wine I didn’t rember asking for and Draven adjusted the pillows behind my back like I was sothing precious that might break if handled wrong. Thorne disappeared and ca back with a blanket that slled like pine and earth, draping it over my legs without a word before settling on the floor near my feet.

I sat there surrounded by four alphas who looked at like I hung the moon and tried to rember the last ti anyone had taken care of like this.

I couldn’t.

My mother had tried before she got sick, but those last two years had been taking care of her, and after she died there’d been no one except myself and the constant background noise of survival. I’d gotten good at it — at being alone, at needing nothing, at building walls so high that wanting anything felt like weakness.

And now here I was, walls crumbling, wanting everything, and terrified of how much that wanting was going to cost .

"Eat." Kael’s voice cut through my spiral and I looked up to find him watching with those dark eyes that missed nothing. "Your heat is going to take everything you have. You need the energy."

I picked up the fork because he was right and because arguing seed pointless when my hands were already shaking from how close they all were, how the combined weight of their scents wrapped around like I was already claid.

The food tasted like ash in my mouth but I forced it down anyway, one bite at a ti, while they watched and the air in the study grew thick with unspoken tension that made my skin prickle with awareness.

"Tell what it’s like," I said after I’d managed half the plate, needing words to fill the silence before it suffocated . "The bond. What does it actually feel like?"

Riven shifted on the coffee table, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "Imagine the mind-link you already have with , except it goes both ways and it’s ten tis stronger and it never turns off."

"And multiply that by four," Draven added from where he’d moved to lean against the desk. "Every emotion, every sensation, filtered through four different connections that all feel slightly different."

"Mine feels like certainty," Kael said, and the way he looked at when he said it made my breath catch. "Absolute and unshakable. When the bond forms, you’ll know without question that I’m yours and you’re mine."

"Mine feels like patience," Riven murmured, and through the cracked-open mind-link I felt the truth of it, warm and steady. "Like ti stops mattering because we have all of it."

Thorne’s hand squeezed my ankle through the blanket and when I looked down at him, those amber eyes were molten. "Protection." Just the one word, but it carried weight. "You’ll never doubt you’re safe again."

I looked at Draven last and he t my gaze without flinching. "Control," he said simply. "Not over you. Over myself. Every instinct I have screams to claim you right now, but the bond will let channel that into making sure you get exactly what you need instead of what I want to give you."

The honesty of it punched the air from my lungs.

"I don’t—" I had to stop, swallow, try again. "I don’t know how to be what you all need."

"You don’t have to be anything except yourself." Kael’s voice was firm. "That’s all we want."

"What if myself isn’t enough?"

"Then we’re all delusional," Riven said with a ghost of a smile, "because we’ve already decided you’re everything."

My chest cracked open and I had to set the plate down before I dropped it, pressing my palms flat against my thighs to ground myself. "This is insane. You barely know ."

"I know you ran from a settlent full of rogues who would have used you," Kael said, his voice dropping into sothing rougher. "I know you survived two years alone with nothing but your will to live. I know you looked at four alphas who could break you and chose to trust us anyway."

"I know you wall yourself off when you’re scared," Riven added, "and that you count exits even when you’re safe, and that you press your thumbnail into your finger when you’re trying not to panic."

"I know you think you’re not worth choosing," Draven said quietly, "and I know you’re wrong."

Thorne’s grip on my ankle tightened. "I know you sll like ho."

The words broke sothing in .

I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes and tried to breathe through the tightness in my chest that felt like it was going to crack in half. "I’m going to ss this up. I’m going to panic and run and push you away because that’s what I do when things get real."

"Then we’ll catch you," Kael said, and suddenly he was kneeling in front of , pulling my hands away from my face so I had to look at him. "Every ti. We’ll catch you and bring you back and remind you that you’re not alone anymore."

"You can’t promise that."

"Watch ." His thumbs stroked over my knuckles. "I’ve waited thirty-three years for soone who makes feel like I’m more than just the Alpha King everyone needs to be. You think I’m letting you run without a fight?"

"I’ve been in your head for over a week," Riven said, and when I glanced at him his eyes were fierce. "I know every fear you have and I’m still here. Still choosing you. Still waiting."

"I left a coven that used for fourteen years," Draven added. "I know what it’s like to be afraid of bonds. But this?" He gestured between all of us. "This is different. This is choice."

Thorne’s hand slid from my ankle to my calf, a slow possessive sweep that made heat curl in my stomach. "Ours." That single word again, rough and certain. "Already."

The heat pulsed through , harder this ti, and I gasped as it rolled from my core outward in waves that made my skin flush and my pulse kick into overdrive.

Kael’s nostrils flared. "It’s starting."

"Not the full wave yet," Draven said, but his voice had gone rough. "But soon. Hours, maybe."

Riven stood and offered his hand. "Co on. You should rest while you can."

I let him pull to my feet and imdiately swayed as another pulse of heat crashed through , strong enough that my knees buckled.

Kael caught , one arm banding around my waist, and the contact sent electricity arcing between us that had nothing to do with heat and everything to do with the bond that was already forming whether we’d sealed it or not.

"I’ve got you," he murmured against my hair, and then he was lifting like I weighed nothing, cradling against his chest while my heart tried to beat its way through my ribs.

"Where—" I couldn’t finish the question because another wave hit and I buried my face against his neck, breathing in cedar and smoke while my body tried to decide if it was dying or just being reborn as sothing new.

"My room," Kael said, already moving. "You’re not going through this alone."

The others followed without question and so distant part of my brain registered that this was it, the point of no return, the mont where I stopped running and let myself fall.

The heat built with every step Kael took and by the ti we reached his room I was shaking with it, clinging to him while my biology scread that I needed more, needed all of them, needed the bond to snap into place before I burned alive from wanting it.

Kael laid on his bed and I imdiately curled on my side, pressing my thighs together against the ache building there.

"How long?" I managed through gritted teeth.

"Midnight, maybe." Riven sat on the edge of the bed, his hand finding mine. "Can you make it that long?"

I wanted to say yes.

What ca out was a whimper I’d never made before and probably should have been embarrassed about except I was past caring.

Draven appeared with water and I drank half before my hands started shaking too badly to hold the glass.

Thorne stood at the foot of the bed, watching with those amber eyes that had gone molten.

"Stay," I heard myself say, desperate and raw. "All of you. Please."

"We’re not going anywhere," Kael promised, settling beside on the bed while Riven took the other side.

Draven pulled a chair close and Thorne sank down at the foot of the bed where I could see him.

Surrounded. Claid. Safe.

The heat built and built and I closed my eyes and tried to breathe and waited for midnight to co end .