Page 108 of Knot My Sin

Fuck, where did that idea come from? It’s something I find myself wanting now that we have a female omega. I desperately need her to come to terms with some of her trauma first, and remove anyone in her life who has hurt her. I would gut her parents myself if they weren’t already dead.

Blowing out a breath, I force myself to think zen thoughts, so I won’t worry Wren when I enter her nest. Knocking on the door, I smile when I hear her sweet voice tell me to come in.

“Hey, Sweetness,” I murmur as I open the door and step inside. Wren’s curtains are open today, but only on the side of the room she’s on as she reads in her swing.

“Hi, Alpha,” she says with a smile as she looks over at me. She's in a good mood, her cheeks flushed, making me wonder what she’s reading. Walking over to her, I smirk as I see the cover of her book. There’s a huge man chest on it, undoubtedly one of the books she recently bought online.

It’s one of the only things she’ll let us buy her.

“Is the book good?” I tease her, dropping a kiss on her lips. At her nod, I carefully put the laptop in her lap. “Your results are back from your test. I didn’t look, so you’re the first one to see them. Want me to stay while you read it?”

“Yes… please!” Wren says almost as an afterthought as she wiggles to sit up. Grabbing a pillow, I place it behind her back, smiling at her grateful look. “Ah, where do I click? God, I feel so behind on technology.”

“You’ll get the hang of it,” I remind her, showing her how to use the mouse to open the email and then the link.

I watch as she begins to read the document, and I lean over her to follow along. Wrinkling my nose, I realize it’s written in a complicated format, making me roll my eyes. I hate when documents don’t just state things.

“Help,” she mutters. “Why is this hard to read? Ugh, I feel so dumb right now.”

“Nonsense. I was just thinking about how some self important prick must have written it,” I tell her. “Let’s see what this all actually means.”

My eyes skim the details, humming as I read.

“This says that you’re very logical and intelligent, and would work well picking apart people’s arguments. You’re also adept at finding things others miss, so they are suggesting some kind of investigative work,” I murmur. “The document also says that you have a great imagination, and would thrive in an environment with limited people working nearby.”

Giggling, my omega rolls her eyes. “We need a test like this that are specifically designed for omegas, Shaw. I can’t work like a normal person,” she scoffs.

It’s sad that she’s right. Even if Trey was dead, we still have enemies, and she will always be a beautiful omega that people will covet. I wish life were more fair, but it isn’t.

“I’m not complaining, by the way,” Wren says, slipping her small hand in mind. “I was just thinking that I can’t be the only one in this position. I’ll have to think about how I can fix this.”

God I love her. There's been more fight in her lately, and I love seeing it.

“I love you, too, Alpha,” she says sweetly as if I said the words, making me huff out a laugh. “Can you teach me how to use one of these?”

“Yes,” I say immediately, dropping to my knees to show her. “How would you like your first lesson now?”

Wren’s smile is bright and happy, and I promise myself I’ll do anything in my power to keep her that way. Life isn’t perfect for made men, but I’ll do my best for her.

AMBROSE

I’m scowling as I stomp into the house after going to see Corbin. Usually, Shaw goes to meetings as the human lie detector, but our boss needed someone who would be intimidating. I had just finished interrogating a low level grunt who was hiding secrets from the boss, but it was all innocuous shit.

Corbin is getting a bit paranoid lately, though I don’t blame him. The rat was let loose, but I was a bit messy, so I stood behind the boss during the meeting while covered in blood. It may be a little theatrical, but the Irish mob boss of Minnesota likes to make his point once. He’s a little impatient that way.

Thankfully, I won’t scare anyone now that I scrubbed my skin down before coming home, but I’m in a shit mood after receiving an invitation that we can’t refuse. The fancy paper is clutched in my fist as I shut the door behind me and lock it. I’m starving, and it’s seven at night.

“Amb? Why do you look like you’re more keyed up than when you left?” Shaw asks, frowning.

Blowing out a breath doesn’t help either when I do it, so I rock my neck from side to side to help with the tension.

Fuck, this is going to suck. “We have a problem,” I grumble. “Family meeting, omegas too. They have to come to this party, too.”

“Party?” he growls. As Shaw inhales deeply, he closes his eyes to tell Everest and Flynn that they’re needed. Wren doesn’t understand the bond well enough to know what Shaw would want, and I’m sure one of them is with her now.

“They’re on the way,” he grunts, opening his dark eyes. It's nerve wracking to see his normally whiskey-brown eyes now ringed with hazel. I want more than anything to be bonded to Wren, but drew my line in the sand.

I’m too damn stubborn to back down now, and I truly want to experience a heat with her. Our omega deserves to be cherished and adored. I guess I feel as if Wren’s ability to have a heat with us means she’ll accept that she belongs with us.

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