Page 13 of Knot My Sin

“Yeah,” Flynn says, nodding. “I’m more worried about the girl than anything. Maybe not being able to scent her is why it doesn’t bother me? I felt pulled to bid on her, and now I feel driven to find her. I don’t know if she’s going to trust me enough to come out.”

“She has to be hungry,” Everest says, wincing.

“And her bladder will eventually make her come out,” I point out, shrugging as if I don’t care either way. Giving Flynn a devil may care signature grin, I wink at him before I leave for work with my best friends.

“How much smoke are we blowing right now, boys?” Shaw asks softly as we walk out to the car.

“It doesn’t matter because we don’t need another omega. If we could find her, I’d cut her loose right now,” I lie.

The three of us take a pained breath at the thought of this girl walking out in this weather without any clothes before we force ourselves to push through.

Whatever shit she’s seen, isn’t our concern. We take care of our own, and she isn’t ours.

I hush the voice inside that tries to speak up, asking why my heart aches still, because I don’t want to listen. I have a job to do, and I’m going to damn well do it.

4

FLYNN

My alphas leave a wake of frenetic energy as they leave, making me smile. I run up the stairs after setting the alarm for the house and locking the front door to change into real clothes. I normally wouldn’t bother, but I have an omega to tempt out of hiding.

Humming, I pull on a pair of joggers without boxers and a sweatshirt the guys bought me that says Submit to the Omega. The sweatshirt makes me chuckle, because we have a pretty even power dynamic, unless they’re fucking me. Even then, they’re very focused on making me cum or edging me, depending on the situation.

Shaw enjoys edging me, making my dick weep bitterly as my slick drips down it. Begging makes him fuck my ass harder, and fuck do I love it. Sometimes, I need to be pushed until I’m out of my mind with lust.

“Let’s see if I can get you to come out, little omega,” I mutter, slipping on a thick pair of socks as well. I don’t think she’ll run from me, right?

Frowning, I change my socks for slip free ones with a pair of lightweight gray trainers. I like to run with the guys to keep up my stamina, and I love the high I feel afterwards. My alphas always spoil me with a shower and a full body massage after.

They say it’s so I’m tempted to keep running, and I have to say that it’s working. Shaking my head to keep myself from missing them or perfuming, I stand and head back downstairs. The house is really quiet. It’s obnoxious, really.

Hooking my phone up to the Bluetooth speaker, I pull up Shake it Off by Taylor Swift, and start making a berry French toast pudding. It’s decadent, delicious, and has eggs which count as protein, right?

I don’t know when the last time this girl ate was, and I’m now fairly fixated in drawing her out of whatever hidey hole she’s crawled into. Omegas are smart, small, and very good at hiding.

While I looked everywhere I would have thought to hide, including the rafters and air ducts, I just don’t think she has the upper arm strength to get up into those spaces. My lips press together as I work, and I decide to burn a little bit of this worried energy.

Singing as I dance and shake my ass, I assemble breakfast quickly. I purposely don’t have the music blasting, my ears straining for any sound. A small whine is finally what draws my attention to the pantry, and my mouth drops. I know Ambrose and Shaw both looked in there. How did they not see her?

Now that I know where she is, I blast the music as I open the now preheated oven and slide in the pan. My eyes move over to the pantry as she opens it, standing there in just her bra and panties. I want to fucking strangle my alphas, what were they thinking?

Closing up the oven, I set a timer and turn to face her, but her hair hides her face as she walks past me. Dammit, all I did was turn away for a second. Turning off the music, I follow her.

“Wait! We were looking for you,” I offer.

She shakes her head, and I swear I hear her whisper, “Sorry.”

“Please don’t go,” I say, trying again. I don’t want to cut her off or scare her, but she’s almost crossed the kitchen, walking toward the exit. “Where are you going?”

“I don’t know. Wherever I belong. Out of the way, so I won’t get hurt,” she rasps.

My breath hitches as I hear her voice clearer. It’s pretty, slightly deeper than I would have imagined it.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” I promise her. My feet move until I’m standing at the exit, slightly to the side so she can move past me if she wants. God, she’s so tiny. I could wrap my hands around her waist, and her breasts are larger than I would have expected for her frame. “Keep me company?”

“You don’t want me for company, messing up your pretty home,” she says, shaking her head. “You could just unlock the door and I’ll go.”

“Go where?” I ask her. Is there someone out there looking for her? “You’re not dressed, darlin’.”

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