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Vincent Estate – Sam's Bedroom, Just Before Sunrise

POV: Sam Vincent

The bond was buzzing again.

Sam sat at the edge of his bed, fists clenched in the bedsheets, jaw tight.

Something was different.

No — someone was different.

He could feel it. Like the crackle of lightning just before a storm breaks. The sudden surge in the connection between them.

Not just Noah.

Max. Silas.

They were doing something.

Choosing something.

Choosing him.

Sam closed his eyes, willing the heat in his chest to fade. But it didn't. It only pulsed stronger.

His brothers — his blood — were moving toward Noah. Toward their mate. The one Sam had been trying to hide from them. The one he had already claimed, quietly, silently, without ceremony.

Noah had known. James had known. Even Oliver.

But Sam had never said the words aloud. Never let himself feel it.

Now?

He felt like he was drowning in it.

He slammed a fist into the mattress.

"Dammit…"

The walls of the room pulsed faintly with his scent — an alpha's scent laced with panic and something else…

Possession.

He had spent his life being the calm one. The stable one. The weapon. The secret. The true blood. The Vincent heir with too many expectations on his back and too many people watching.

And now — his carefully built armor was shattering, one heartbeat at a time.

Because he couldn't lose Noah.

He wouldn't.

But more than that?

He couldn't lose Max and Silas either.

They were his brothers — his soul-tied shadows. They had been there for everything. They were his mirror and his spine and his fire.

And now they were turning toward his mate. The one Sam thought was only his.

But deep down…

He had always known.

From the moment he felt Max flinch when Noah touched his wrist.

From the moment Silas growled when Noah looked away.

From the moment all three of them had locked eyes with Noah at the gala.

They were all his.

And he — he was theirs.

But the thought still scared him. More than the mafia. More than the bloodline. More than his father's wrath or the Vincent legacy.

What if Noah chose them?

What if Sam wasn't enough?

Or worse — what if they all burned together?

A knock came at the door.

Sharp. Intentional.

Sam didn't move.

He already knew who it was.

Max.

Then Silas.

Both of them. Standing outside.

And behind them — a bond that had fully awakened.

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