Page 34 of Knot My Sin

Shaw rubs his face as he walks into the room behind him. “You’re not wrong, fuck. What are we talking about?”

My lips twitch at how out of it we all are. We need sleep soon. The three of us are seconds away from crashing. The last thing we need is to all get sick at once.

“Wren’s medical history,” I explain. “We don’t know anything about her, and the doctor wants to run some blood tests to see what else could be wrong.”

“I don’t like doing this without her consent, but she could have this huge, silent medical issue we have no knowledge of,” Shaw mutters. “Run it.”

“Thank you, Alpha,” Dr. Fields says, careful not to meet his gaze. Great, Shaw managed to scare him. “She should sleep for the next few hours, that’s normal. I’m leaving a few more IV bags for you, Flynn knows how to change them out, I believe.”

“Yes,” I agree. We’ve all been hurt over the years enough that our omega knows how to play nurse very well. He learned how to suture us all up as well, though he despises doing it, because it means we miscalculated a job and were stabbed or shot.

I have a knife wound scar across my inner thigh, and I was dangerously close to bleeding out five years ago. Flynn cursed me out under his breath the entire time he stitched me up. Shaw and Everest thought it was hilarious, though they were tense until they knew I would pull through.

We all have our scars.

“What should we watch out for?” Everest asks, pulling my mind back to the present.

“A fever or clammy skin,” Dr. Fields says, picking up his medical bag. “I’m on call for you in case of any change. Any other questions?”

“No,” Shaw says with a sigh. “Sorry for, you know before. I’m having a rough time with this. I only just found out that Wren is mine.”

Dr. Field’s naturally warm blue eyes darken as he throws caution to the wind and meets Shaw’s whiskey brown gaze. “She’s going to need a lot of help. There are marks on her body that show hints of self harm and a history of it. Her mind may be in a dark place when she wakes up, especially if the auctions are even close to how bad the rumors hint them to be,” he says. “I don’t know her story, but what I can see is dark and sad. Do not abandon this omega. I know you already have Flynn…”

“He adores Wren,” I rasp, tugging on my hair to use the pain to center me. “We’ll take care of her.”

Dr. Fields blows out a breath before nodding and beginning to walk out. I take the lead, escorting him to the door.

“Thank you for getting here so quickly,” I tell him, pulling out the money to pay him. Everything is done in cash with Corbin’s doctors. Handing him five hundred dollars, I open the door as he pockets it.

“I mean it,” Dr. Fields says. “Consider that omega on suicide watch. Wren could start to wither right in front of you after the heat she had. She can’t survive another episode like that. If her mind isn’t broken from it, it could be very fragile and difficult to bring her back into the light.”

Fuck.

My skin feels too tight, and I’ve already decided I’m done denying my instincts. As soon as the good doctor is off our property, I’m crawling into bed with Flynn and Wren. Stretching my neck from side to side to release some of the pressure, I grunt to say I understand.

God, we are going to be considered the worst alphas on the planet. I typically don’t care what people think about us, but I’ve always been a good pack member and lover. Except, now the game has changed, and I don’t know any of the rules.

“Good bye, Doctor,” I rumble as soon as his ass clears the door. “Please keep us up to date on any results you find.”

Shutting it closed and locking the door, I also arm the alarm, before pulling out my phone to watch him get into the car and drive away.

“I need to get upstairs,” Shaw says, his legs already eating up the distance to the stairway.

“God, I really want to be up there too,” Everest says, gazing longingly upward.

“Stop ignoring your instincts,” I bark. Shaw may be a more commanding alpha than I am, but Everest still slowly moves his head to gaze at me. “Did you feel the pull to protect Wren when you met her?”

“Yes,” Everest mutters. “I didn’t want to act on it because I was afraid it was wrong. I never imagined she could be Shaw’s scent mate.”

“I figured I didn’t have one,” Shaw rumbles. “Not everyone does.”

Other times, they die without ever meeting their match. Does Wren wish she had?

On that depressing note, I pull the hair tie from my hair, looping it over the banister knob so I’ll find it later as I pass Shaw on the stairs.

“I’m going to crawl into our bed with our omegas and go to sleep. The only thing keeping me from doing that is if Flynn kicked me out,” I grumble.

Everest and Shaw snort, knowing how feral our omega can be. Following me up the stairs, we walk to our room and peek inside. Flynn is sitting in bed next to Wren deep in thought, brows furrowed.

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