Page 11 of Knot My Sin

No thank you. My lids grow heavy, reminding me that I haven’t really slept much in the last forty-eight hours. Even though Trey was happy to get rid of me, he used me roughly for hours, forcing my body to perform for him before he brought me to the auction.

Curling my body tightly in my corner of the pantry, I allow myself to relax. Ambrose already looked here, I doubt he or the other alphas will be back. It’s also warmer here than it is in the basement, and the close quarters makes me feel safe. I’ll just stay here.

Allowing my eyes to close, I wish for a time where I’ll feel safe finally. I don’t even know if that’s possible.

AMBROSE

“Seriously, where the hell did that little omega go?” I complain. “Is anyone else feeling twitchy because there’s a stranger in our house and we seem to have lost her?”

“I figured the basement was the best place to keep her while we slept,” Everest murmurs.

“No, you just wanted to dump her somewhere,” Flynn says, calling him out. “We can all feel your guilt through the bond. You know you can’t lie to us.”

“I’m sorry,” he grumbles. “I just searched the basement, and it’s freezing. I’m kind of glad she’s not down there anymore. Fuck, I didn’t even think to give her any clothes. We suck at this.”

“You really do,” Flynn says with a chuckle. “Let’s look one more time. She’s tiny, she could be anywhere. Seriously, check under tables and shit. Before we do that, I have a semi-serious question. I promise it’s not a weird trap or anything.”

I smirk, because Flynn really isn’t someone who would try to trap us in anything.

“Continue, baby,” I tell him, amusement clear in my voice.

The little brat rolls his eyes as he huffs. God, he’s so cute.

“You’re so much better with me. You know what I want before I even know I want it. Aren’t alphas supposed to want to take care of an omega?” he asks.

The pain I’ve felt since I realized I freaked out a half dressed, possibly terrified omega definitely resonates with his words. My chest hurts, and my instincts are going wild. It’s the reason I feel this need to find her.

Flynn is my guy, my omega, my scent match. I don’t want to make a big deal out of this, because I don't want to hurt his feelings or make him worry that we love him less.

That could never happen. Ever.

“You’re our omega,” I answer instead. “I don’t fucking care about anyone else, except to ensure she doesn’t die on our watch. Two million dollars is an expensive investment. We should at least feed her.”

“Fuck, thanks for reminding me about that,” Shaw mutters. “Why the fuck is she wearing descenting lotion? It seems silly if she’s going to be auctioned, doesn’t it?”

“Could she be near a heat?” Flynn asks with a wince.

Shaw, Everest, and I stare at each other in horror.

“Oh fuck no. That’s not happening,” I say. “I’m not servicing some out of her mind, in heat omega that I’m not bonded to. Absolutely not.”

“Yeah, I’m not interested,” Shaw says. My eyes narrow as he rubs his chest absently.

My yelling woke everyone up when I came down for a snack. Shaw looks edible in a low slung pair of joggers, his ink crawling up his body as if it’s alive. He winks when he sees me staring at him, making me blush.

Ten years we’ve been together, known each other our whole lives, and I still get butterflies in my stomach around these men.

This is why I shouldn’t want this girl. I don’t know her, she’s just trouble with the capital ‘T’.

“Let’s find her now that none of us are going to sleep,” Everest rumbles, ruffling his short red hair. He’s about due for a haircut soon, and I know he’ll ask Flynn to help him with it.

As much as we dote on him, he loves to take care of us in return. This is what a pack should be like.

We’re all half dressed, but we still walk through the house, checking every nook and cranny twice. It takes two hours in a house this large, and we still don’t have the omega.

As I slowly start walking back down the stairs to the main floor from the damn attic, my phone begins to ring.

Pulling it out, I see that Corbin, our boss, is calling me. Sighing, I notice it’s now six in the morning. Still, nothing good happens this early.

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