Page 37 of Knot My Sin

I don’t understand this dynamic. I’m used to not having any power at all.

“Yes,” I whisper. I’m still waiting for the other shoe to fall as Everest stands and lifts the fluid bag from the hook, and Flynn rises from the bed in a pair of joggers that mold to his muscular and athletic body perfectly.

He’s thin, just a bit shorter than the alphas, but moves with confidence. He doesn’t cower from them or ask for permission. Flynn is completely comfortable in his home.

Returning with a sticky panel, he takes off the adhesive and rubs the guard over my skin before he closes off the valve that allows the fluid to drip. There’s an extra piece of tubing sticking out of the needle which he tapes down as he secures everything, and then he carefully removes, then unhooks the drip, while leaving the port in my arm intact.

“As long as you’re careful, you’ll be fine to pee,” Flynn says softly in my ear.

Flushing, I watch as he picks me up into his arms as if I weigh nothing.

“What do you like to eat, Darling? We need to figure this out so I can regularly feed you. I swear you’re going to disappear on me when I hold you like this,” he says softly. “You’re so tiny.”

“I don’t eat a lot,” I say with a small shrug. Only he can hear me as he grunts as he walks out of the room.

“We need to change that. I want to go shopping, pick up things you’ll eat. I noticed you have a lot of control when it comes to, well everything,” Flynn says.

“Keeps me alive,” I whisper. My eyes feel heavy, but my bladder is screaming at me, making me whimper.

“Hold on. Forcing so much fluid in you is going to make your bladder really mad at us,” Flynn says with a small chuckle.

The alphas follow us as if they have to, with Everest on our heels.

“Guys, I’m taking her to the bathroom. You really don’t need to follow us,” Flynn says, amused.

He walks us into the bedroom I stayed in before, and the view of the trees makes me shiver. It looks as if it’s late, though I have no idea as to how much time has passed. Everest tackles hanging up my IV bag, and Ambrose brings in a drill. I can hear them working together as Flynn flicks up the lightswitch in the bathroom, carefully setting me on my feet.

My knees attempt to buckle, making me gasp. Flynn locks his arm around my waist, biting his lip as he slowly shuts the door behind us.

“I’ll help, Darling. You’re going to feel weak for a bit,” Flynn says.

“Ugh,” I groan. “I can do it.”

“Yeah?” The cheeky omega pulls his arm away, catching me when my knees give out again and I squeal.

“Flynn!” Shaw roars. “Don’t fuck around. I can feel you laughing.”

“The bond,” Flynn murmurs as he picks me up and walks the few steps to the toilet. “That’s how he knows I was laughing.”

Oh.

“I don’t know much about that,” I mutter with a shrug. It’s easier to talk to Flynn when it’s just us.

“Alright, I’m going to help you, and we’re not going to make it weird. It’s totally natural, but I’ll turn my back just for you,” he says, chuckling as my face burns.

I shouldn’t be this embarrassed when I haven’t had much privacy in years.

As I slowly pull up my shirt, he lowers me down onto the toilet so I can pee, and then also turns on the faucet and gives me his back. Sighing, I close my eyes as I release my bladder. I don’t think the water was necessary, but it was sweet.

“Oh my God,” I moan. “God, I didn’t think I was going to make it.”

Flynn’s shoulders shake as he silently laughs, and I smirk because it is kind of funny. I clean up and flush the toilet, frowning as I try to stand.

“Nope, that’s what I’m here for, silly,” he says, picking me up. Flynn holds me steady as I wash my hands and brush my teeth, slowly helping me feel a bit more alive.

There are deep bruises under my eyes, and I’m super pale. My skin is clean, though, my shirt smells like Shaw, too.

“We cleaned you up, Darling. We’ve been looking for you since you left. The property has cameras everywhere, and I realized you were going into your heat. I wanted to go after you immediately, but the guys told me… to let you go,” he says sadly.