Page 112 of Knot My Sin

Amb is typically stoic or loud, and rarely this quiet as he processes through things. Shaw walks over to hug Amb with me, turning him into the filling of our alpha sandwich. The thought makes me hard, which makes Amb snort through his tears.

“I swear, everything makes you hard, asshole,” he mutters, hugging me tight. “I was too in my head, and I made everything so much worse. Fuck, I need to apologize to Wren.”

“Go now while you look like shit,” I tease him, kissing his temple. “She won’t be able to resist you.”

“Yeah, Wren is starting to stew, so you may want to go now,” Shaw grunts. “I can feel the pettiness growing through the bond.”

Checking, I snort as I feel Wren through the bond too. She feels as if she’s riling herself up.

“Damn, good luck,” I tell Amb, chuckling as I pat his shoulder. “Shaw and I will call Jasper, go talk to our girl and fix this.”

Stepping back, we watch as Ambrose nods as he swipes at his tears with the back of his hands. Wren may still give him shit for being closed off, and a part of me hopes that she does. It’ll mean that she’s not afraid to push back.

Walking into the house, Ambrose disappears around the corner toward the stairs, leaving us to shake our heads.

“I can’t believe he was so tied up in knots over this,” Shaw mutters. “We’ve been Corbin’s hitmen and enforcers for years, and I never realized how Ambrose typically takes the harder torture sessions until now.”

“It’s always been split like this, though we do jump in to help because it soothes our need for blood,” I say. “Corbin pulling him into a meeting while Amb was covered in blood was a flex to show the other leaders that he’s not afraid of them, and whatever happened there fucked with Ambrose’s head. I don’t appreciate our pack being treated like barely leashed killers.”

“Me either,” Shaw grunts. “Corbin and I will be having words about this after this godforsaken party. For now, let’s call Jasper.”

Pulling out his phone, he finds Jasper’s number in his contacts just as I hear Wren yell inside of the house. My lips twitch, because that means Ambrose is getting his ass handed to him.

That’s my girl.

Shaw shakes his head with a slight chuckle as he hits Jasper’s number to connect the call.

“Hello? It’s not a great time, Shaw,” Jasper answers as he talks. I can hear someone yelling at him, and it sounds like a girl.

“It sounds like you’re having trouble,” Shaw says, amused. “Kick out the whore, because I need you to help Pack Mohan with our omegas.”

“You heard him, I have work to do,” Jasper grunts. I hear a squeal on the speaker and screaming before a door slams shut. “Fuck me, why are betas so damn clingy?”

Shaw and I shrug because we never really fucked around like that.

“Be careful where you stick your dick, Jas, and you won’t have any issues,” I tell him with a smirk.

“Ugh, it’s not that simple, Everest,” he groans. “You all always had each other. I still have urges and shit to work through.”

“Sucks for you,” I tease him. It’ll be fun when he finds an omega, I hope she knocks him on his ass. “Anyway, we have a meeting with the Irish families that’s mandatory, and they’re framing it as a party, which means the entire pack has to go.”

“Does that mean you’ve claimed my sister?” Jasper asks. “Damn, I wasn’t there very long ago. Has that much changed?”

“We’ve been courting her since the day you came to visit,” Shaw reminds him. “We’re putting through our paperwork to formally register her as our omega as well. Pack Mohan isn’t fucking around.”

“Congratulations are in order I guess,” he says, sounding impressed. “Is she happy?”

“Wren has gone through a lot, and that’s not just going to end,” I tell him. “We’re doing everything we can to make her happy, but there are still dangerous people who can hurt her out there.”

“The douchebag alpha,” Jasper grunts. “Trey Thornefield is a damn ghost. I managed to dig up his last name, but not much else comes up. I have a hacker working on it as well. Who else is a potential problem?”

“Corbin’s brother,” I respond. “The families are forcing them to settle in a truce tomorrow night, and I feel like it’s a bullshit move. As the mafia bosses men, we’ll be pulled into that meeting, which leaves our omegas alone.”

“I’ll go,” he says immediately. “Text me the details, and I’ll meet you at your place. There’s no damn way anyone will fuck with either of them while I’m there. Why wouldn’t you just hire guards?”

“Would anyone else fight for them as hard as you would?” Shaw asks blandly.

Jasper is quiet for a moment, before he curses under his breath. “I suppose not. Do you think Crowson will pull something in an event that’s meant to end their feud?”

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