Page 93 of Knot My Sin

I grew up in Illinois, so I don’t know much about Minnesota. Trey, though, lives in this state, not that he told me much about it either. It’s beautiful, though, full of tall trees and greenery.

“Sometimes, when my world feels a bit off, I go somewhere to recalibrate myself,” Ambrose murmurs.

My startled look makes him chuckle, because while he’s growly and grumpy, he also has a great poker face. Working for the mafia, I guess he’d need to.

“We are going to explore nature together,” he says, following the signs for the park. I sit in awe as he rolls down the window and talks to the park ranger for a moment as to how safe the trails currently are at the gate before paying the fee for the day and moving on.

Shivering, I remember exactly what kind of damage the rain can cause in the forest, and while it hasn’t rained where the pack lives, it has been raining here.

“We should be good to go,” Ambrose says with a grin as he drives into the Minneopa State Park. “Have you ever seen a waterfall, honey?”

“I haven’t,” I tell him, starting to feel excited.

What would it be like to be near something so big?

I’ve read about them in science magazines and such, but I’ve never seen one in person.

Finding a spot, Ambrose sets the truck in park, and climbs out, pulling his hair from his tie as he rolls his eyes and tosses it back into the truck.

My lips split in a wide grin to watch as he slams the door closed and walks around to help me out of the truck. Ambrose looks even more dangerous with a short-sleeved black shirt and jeans on, his hair wild around his shoulders. His clothes stretch to fit the alpha underneath, and his strength is obvious just by looking at him.

Who would have thought this alpha would love the outdoors so much, and reminds me to find what settles me. Each of my alphas is so different, has so many facets and layers, it’s enough to make my heart swell. He wasn’t jealous when he was with Everest and I, his words about wanting to bond me during my heat ringing in my ears.

Sneaky alpha. How can I want to tell a doctor I want to banish my heats forever when I want Ambrose too? My life is confusing.

“Stop thinking so much, little omega,” he says with a smirk as he opens the truck door. Shaking myself as if in a daze, I unbuckle my seatbelt, sliding into his arms as if I’ve always done this. Ambrose wraps his arms around my body tightly, slowly allowing me to slide down him.

God, I may self combust.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, kissing my lips hard until I whine just for him. “I love your noises, the way you smell and taste. You’re just perfect for us.”

“I’m starting to see that,” I whisper, the words coming unbidden. God, there goes that careful control.

“I’m glad. Come walk with me? We have lots to explore,” Ambrose tells me, taking a step back so he can pull me with him to close the truck door.

As we walk, I see other families and people walking as well, no one paying attention to us. It’s so nice to be anonymous. Any anxiety I may have had about being outside of the gate seems to melt away with every step as I take in the beauty.

Together, Ambrose and I explore the trails, and he points out different wildlife as we walk.

“If we walk down that way, we may see bison,” he says conspirally with a wink.

“No way, really?” I gasp. “Can we? I mean, do we have to be back soon?”

We drove for almost an hour and a half, so I don’t know if he needs to be back at a certain time.

“Nope, I’m yours for the entire day,” he says with a smile.

Together, we walk to where there’s open fields, and see other people who are also trying to catch a glimpse of the bison. There’s a guide who walks us deeper into the park, explaining how many bison are currently living on the property, as well as how they do what they want.

Ha! I love that even within this beautiful park, they still manage to keep their autonomy. A snort surprises me to my left, and I see a gorgeous animal with short tusks.

“That’s the female,” Ambrose murmurs in the shell of my ear. I can’t move, but not because I’m scared. She’s just so beautiful.

“Wow,” I breathe.

We stand there until she moves on, and I feel giddy over the experience.

“That was so cool,” I squeal, meeting Ambrose’s wide grin with mine.

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