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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oved — but their eyes burned with curiosity.
The room was full:
The Enigma-Vincent family had arrived in full force.
Papa Leo, poised but unreadable.
Elias, proud and stern.
And the triplets…
Max, sharp in black and cold as marble.
Silas, his wildfire twin, barely holding in his nerves.
Sam, the storm — silent and shaking with restraint.
Noah's heart pounded. He had expected everything except this.
He had expected resistance. Accusations. Rejection.
But instead?
They bowed their heads.
Max and Silas stepped forward. Leo followed behind them, standing tall and resolute.
Leo:
"We've come to acknowledge the bond. All of it."
A stillness swept through the room. Elias moved to Leo's side, silent but supportive.
Silas looked directly at Noah, his voice a little hoarse but unwavering.
Silas:
"We know now. We feel it. The bond is real. And it's not just Sam's… it's ours too."
Noah blinked. His breath caught in his throat.
Max:
"This isn't about tradition. Or what people will say. This is about the truth. And the truth is… you're ours."
Then Lucien stepped forward. Dressed in a tailored grey suit, his eyes sharper than surgical steel. Calm. Dominant. Every inch the doctor and alpha he was raised to be.
Lucien:
"And he's mine."
Max didn't flinch. Silas didn't growl.
Instead, they turned — and looked at Lucien with matching expressions.
Not rage.
Recognition.
Max:
"We know."
Silas:
"We feel it."
Lucien's gaze shifted to Noah, uncertain for the first time.
Lucien:
"I won't take him from you. But I won't give him up either."
Noah stepped forward now, heart racing, voice low.
Noah:
"You won't have to."
A pause.
Noah (continuing):
"I want all of you."
The room exploded with reaction — the gasps, the shocked glances, the stifled murmurs from both the Miller and Anderson family guards. Even James looked stunned, while Oliver stood frozen beside him, unreadable.
But the triplets?
Didn't move.
Sam finally spoke, his voice quiet — shaking with restraint but thick with possessiveness.
Sam:
"If we do this… there's no going back. No hiding. No pretending this is just some accident of fate."
He looked directly at Lucien.
Sam:
"I'm not giving him up either."
Lucien held Sam's gaze.
Lucien:
"Then we share. If he agrees."
Noah looked between them all — four powerful alphas. Four bonds. Four lives entangled with his.
And the words that left his lips sealed it all:
Noah:
"I already did."
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🔥 Later That Night – Vincent Private Quarters
Leo sat beside Elias in silence, processing it all.
His sons had made their choice.
The Andersons had not protested.
Lucien had accepted the bond.
And for once… there was no war.
Just peace.
Leo turned to Elias, his voice soft.
Leo:
"They're going to change everything."
Elias smiled faintly.
Elias:
"They already have."