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“But tonight isn’t just about business expansion. It’s also about family, and I have some wonderful personal news to share with all of you.”
The room goes completely still. I can feel the anticipation crackling through the air like electricity before a storm.
“Tonight, I’m thrilled to announce our engagement—to the most extraordinary woman any of us have ever known. The future Mrs. Kit Hayes.”
The silence that follows is deafening. For a heartbeat, nobody moves, nobody breathes. Then the room erupts.
Some people gasp in shock, others begin talking excitedly, and I catch sight of several phones being pulled out to capture the moment. But I’m not focused on the crowd’s reaction—I’m scanning for specific faces, people whose responses matter more than the rest.
Mia Foster stands near the refreshment table, her eyes wide with genuine shock that quickly transforms into pure joy. Her face breaks into the biggest smile I’ve ever seen from the shy cleaning staff member, and she actually claps her hands together in delight. Sweet Mia, who became Kit’s closest friend during their time working together, is clearly thrilled for her happiness.
But it’s Val Johnson’s reaction that catches my attention and holds it. She stands frozen near the far wall, her face drained of all color as if she’s seen a ghost. Her perfectly styled auburn hair seems to wilt around her shoulders, and her mouth hangs open in undisguised shock. She looks like she’s about to have a heart attack, her hands pressed against her chest as she struggles to process what she’s just heard.
The memory surfaces unbidden—just a few days ago, when I’d suggested to Kit that we should fire Val for her treatment of the cleaning staff. Kit had been in my arms on our couch, her head resting against my chest, when I’d brought it up.
“We could easily let her go,” I’d said, stroking her dark hair. “Find a reason that wouldn’t cause legal issues. After what she put you through, she deserves it.”
But Kit had lifted her head to look at me with those storm-gray eyes full of compassion that constantly amazed me.
“Don’t,” she’d said softly. “Please, Nolan. I know what she did was wrong, but... she has a difficult life. Her daughter has leukemia, and the medical bills are crushing her. Her husband left when the diagnosis came—just packed up and disappeared one day. She’s struggling to keep her head above water.”
I’d stared at her in wonder. “Kit, she was cruel to you. Deliberately, viciously cruel.”
“I know.” Kit’s voice had been steady, sure. “But hurting people sometimes lash out at others. It doesn’t make it right, but I understand it. She saw me as someone safe to take her frustration out on—someone who wouldn’t fight back.” She’d paused, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. “Firing her won’t help her daughter get better. It’ll just make everything worse for both of them.”
In that moment, I’d fallen in love with her all over again. Here was a woman who had every reason to want revenge, who could have demanded justice for the way she’d been treated, but instead chose compassion. Her capacity for forgiveness, for seeing beyond her own pain to understand someone else’s struggle, had left me speechless.
Now, watching Val’s shocked reaction to the news, I find myself hoping Kit’s mercy wasn’t misplaced. That maybe, somehow, this moment might teach Val something about kindness.
My gaze shifts to Becca, who stands beside Kit. She’s bouncing slightly on her toes, clearly bursting with pride for her best friend. The two of them embrace tightly, and I can see Becca whispering something in Kit’s ear that makes Kit laugh—a sound of pure joy that carries across the room even over the excited chatter of the crowd.
Mrs. Winters stands near the front of the room, her silver hair perfectly styled, watching the proceedings with the satisfied smile of someone whose instincts have been proven right. She’d vouched for Kit from the beginning, had seen something special in the quiet cleaning lady that others might have missed.
Sophie appears at my elbow, having materialized from somewhere in the crowd with her usual stealth. Her green eyes sparkle with mischief and genuine happiness as she looks between Kit and me.
“Well,” she says, her voice pitched low so only I can hear, “I have to admit I didn’t see this coming when you first mentioned the mysterious new cleaner. But looking at her now...” She pauses, studying Kit’s glowing face. “She’s perfect for you three. Look how happy she is.”
And she’s right. Kit looks transformed—not just by the elegant dress and professional makeup, but by pure, radiant happiness. This is what she was always meant to look like, I realize. This confident, glowing woman is who she’s always been underneath the fear and careful invisibility she wore like armor.
Griffin continues speaking, but I’m lost in watching Kit. The way she holds herself now, straight and proud instead of trying to shrink into the background. The way her scent has bloomed back into that intoxicating vanilla and jasmine that calls to everything alpha in me. The way she looks at each of us like we hung the moon, when the truth is she’s the one who brought light into our lives.
I can’t wait to marry her. Can’t wait to make this official, to give her our name and our protection permanently. To spend the rest of my life making sure she never again has to hide who she truly is.
As the crowd begins to surge forward to offer congratulations, I make my way toward her through the press of people. When I finally reach her side, she turns to me with eyes bright with tears of joy.
“How do you feel, sweetheart?” I ask, pulling her into my arms despite the watching crowd.
“Perfect,” she whispers against my chest.
“You are,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, breathing in that sweet scent that means home to me now.
Around us, the celebration continues—employees congratulating Griffin and Declan, business associates already speculating about what this means for Sentinel’s future, photographers capturing every moment. But in this bubble of space we’ve created, it’s just us. Just my pack and our perfect omega, finally claiming our place in the world together.
All the people who matter are here—Mrs. Winters beaming with pride, Sophie grinning at our happiness, Mia practically vibrating with excitement, even Becca wiping happy tears from her cheeks. Our chosen family, witnessing the beginning of our forever.
Tonight, the world will know that Kit Ellis belongs to us, and we belong to her. Let them talk, let them speculate, let them wonder how three powerful alphas fell for a former cleaning lady.
They’ll never understand what we know—that she didn’t just clean our offices. She cleaned our souls, made us better than we ever thought we could be, and showed us what real love looks like.
Kit is ours, and we’re never letting her go.
Epilogue
SOPHIE
Ismooth down the pale blue silk dress that Kit insisted I wear today, the fabric foreign against my skin after months of tactical gear and cover identities. My blonde bob catches the afternoon sunlight filtering through the ancient oak trees that provide natural canopy over the alphas’ estate gardens. Kit chose this spot for their wedding—the sprawling grounds behind their mansion, where manicured lawns give way to wild flower gardens and centuries-old trees create intimate alcoves perfect for a small ceremony.
White roses and baby’s breath are woven through the oak branches overhead, and elegant chairs are arranged in a small semi-circle facing an archway covered in trailing jasmine—Kit’s signature scent made manifest. The late afternoon light casts everything in gold, making the whole scene look like something from a fairy tale.
It’s perfect. Small, intimate, everything Kit deserves after the hell she’s been through.
I watch from my seat as Griffin, Nolan, and Declan stand at the front of the small gathering, waiting for their bride. Their faces—God, I’ve never seen them look like this. Complete. Peaceful. Like they’ve finally found the missing piece that makes them whole.
For years, I’ve watched these men carry the weight of the world on their shoulders. I’ve seen them eliminate monsters, save innocent lives, and bear the burden of necessary violence with stoic determination. They’ve been brothers to me, protectors, the family I never thought I’d have again after everything that happened.
But I’ve never seen them truly happy. Not like this.
The soft music begins, and Kit appears at the far end of the garden pathway in a simple but elegant white dress that makes her glow like she’s lit from within. Her dark hair is styled in loose waves adorned with delicate white flowers that catch the sunlight. She’s radiant, transformed from the careful, invisible woman who used to clean their offices into someone confident and beautiful and free.
Watching her walk down the petal-strewn path toward her alphas, seeing the way their faces light up as she approaches, makes my chest tight with emotion I rarely allow myself to feel. This is what love looks like. This is what healing looks like. After everything they’ve all been through—Kit with her trauma, the guys with their dark work—they found each other and created something beautiful.
It’s... nice. Something I never thought I’d see, honestly. But they’re good men, Pack Hayes. They deserve this happiness, this peace, this love that transforms them into better versions of themselves.
The ceremony is brief but meaningful. Personal vows that make half the small gathering tear up, including Mrs. Winters who’s dabbing at her eyes with a lace handkerchief. When they exchange rings—three matching bands for each of them—I have to blink back unexpected moisture in my own eyes.
Since Kit became part of their lives, she and I have grown closer. Late nights when the guys are on missions, she’ll call to check if I’m safe, bring me homemade cookies when I’m recuperating from particularly difficult assignments. Through quiet conversations over tea and pastries, I’ve learned pieces of her story—the abuse, the fear, the years of believing she wasn’t worth loving.
I’m so fucking glad they found each other. All of them.
As the newlyweds kiss and the small crowd erupts in applause, I feel tears threaten for real. When was the last time I cried at something happy? I can’t even remember.
The reception flows seamlessly from ceremony to celebration as staff discretely rearrange the garden space. Round tables appear on the main lawn, draped in white linen and adorned with simple but elegant centerpieces. String lights begin to twinkle as the sun starts its descent, casting everything in warm, romantic light. Kit moves through the small group like she was born for this—gracious, glowing, completely at ease in a way that would have been impossible when I first met her. She pauses beside each guest, making sure everyone feels included, her natural warmth drawing people in.
When she reaches me, her smile is bright. “Sophie! You look absolutely beautiful. How does it feel to be in a dress for pleasure instead of work?”
I laugh, tugging at the unfamiliar fabric. “Weird. But good weird. This whole thing is perfect, Kit. You’re perfect.”
She blushes, her scent, vanilla and jasmine, blooming stronger with happiness. “I can’t believe this is real sometimes.”
“Believe it,” I tell her firmly. “You deserve every bit of this happiness.”
“You should try the cake,” she says, gesturing toward the three-tiered masterpiece she created. “It’s lemon lavender with vanilla buttercream. I’ve been working on the recipe for weeks.”
I don’t hesitate—I fucking love cake, and Kit’s baking is legendary. The first bite melts on my tongue, perfect balance of tart and sweet, delicate lavender that doesn’t overpower the bright lemon. “Holy shit, Kit. This is incredible.”
“Language, Sophie,” Griffin calls out with mock sternness, but he’s grinning as he pulls his new wife against his side.
“Sorry, Mrs. Hayes,” I call back, making Kit blush even deeper.
Mrs. Hayes. She’s finally got the name she deserves, the protection she needs, the love she’s always been worthy of.
My phone buzzes against my thigh, subtle but insistent. I glance down discreetly at the encrypted message from my handler: Target identified. Location confirmed. Requires immediate attention.
Another monster to hunt. Another mission to complete.
I look around the warm, intimate gathering one more time. Kit is laughing at something Declan whispered in her ear while Nolan and Griffin watch with matching expressions of complete adoration. Mrs. Winters is regaling Becca with some story that has them both giggling. The small group of friends and chosen family celebrate love and new beginnings.
They won’t notice if I slip out now. They’re too caught up in their happiness, too lost in this perfect moment they’ve created together. And honestly, that’s how it should be. This day belongs to them.
I quietly collect my small purse and move toward the garden path that leads around the side of the mansion, my movements casual so I don’t draw attention. Just before I disappear into the shadows of the estate’s perfectly landscaped grounds, I take one last look at my chosen family.
Kit catches my eye across the garden and gives me a small wave, mouthing “thank you.” I blow her a kiss and smile, hoping she understands how much this meant to me.
Then I slip away through the estate’s winding paths, already mentally shifting into mission mode. There’s a monster out there who thinks he’s untouchable, who believes his money and connections make him invincible.
He’s about to learn how wrong he is.
Some people get fairy tale endings. Others make sure the monsters can’t destroy those fairy tales.
Tonight, I’m the monster’s nightmare.
But first, I had the privilege of watching love win. And that’s enough to carry me through whatever darkness awaits.
Author’s Note
To my amazing readers,
Kit’s story has been living in my heart for years—a tale of a woman who learned to make herself invisible to survive, only to discover that the right people could see her beauty even in the darkness. Her transformation from someone who believed she was fundamentally broken to a woman who knows her own worth has been one of the most emotionally challenging stories I’ve ever written.
Creating Griffin, Nolan, and Declan required me to dig deep into what true protection looks like. These aren’t alphas who demand submission—they’re men who earn trust through consistency, who see strength in vulnerability, and who understand that real love means giving someone the freedom to choose you every day. Watching them help Kit reclaim her voice and her power reminded me why I love writing romance in the first place.
This book explores heavy themes around trauma and recovery, but at its core, it’s about hope. It’s about the revolutionary idea that we can rewrite our stories, that our past doesn’t have to dictate our future, and that sometimes the family we choose becomes the healing we never knew we needed.
If Kit’s story resonated with you, I’d be incredibly grateful if you left a review. As an indie author, those reviews help new readers discover my books and give me the encouragement to keep writing.
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Until next time, with love,
Lily
Lily Hinton, Beautifully Broken Omega: A Dark Reverse Harem Omegaverse Romance
