Page 155 of Knot My Sin

“I can’t shut up and tell you, goofball,” Aisling mutters, elbowing him.

“Better. Now spill,” he chuckles.

“You’re such good alphas,” she whispers. “I know you fucked up in the beginning. Wren told me, but fuck. You guys are so sweet for psychotic mafia killers.”

“Why thank you, Aisling,” I grunt, rolling my eyes. “Do you need a tissue? Or some chocolate?”

“Ugh, I can’t stand it,” she mutters, swiping at her cheeks. “I’ll be fine. I think I heard Wren muttering about French fries and wings.”

“Fuck, that sounds good,” I groan.

“I’ll pick some up in town,” Shaw says, letting go of Aisling. “Do you need anything else?”

“No,” she says slowly as if wondering if she’s forgetting something.

“You have time to decide if you do,” I tell her. “Just text him.”

“Okay,” Aisling says, taking a deep breath. “Everything is fine. I’m going to be in our office to make calls. The walk will help clear my head.”

“Everest is outside if you need anything,” I remind her. “He’s going for a run.”

Picking up her water bottle, I fill it up and hand it to her. Staring at me, she shakes her head and thanks me.

“So odd,” she mutters as she walks out.

Snickering, Shaw shakes his head.

“It’s going to be crazy tonight. I can already tell,” he says. “I’ll pick up a bunch of food while I’m out.”

“Thanks,” I say. “I’m going to make sure our omega doesn’t freeze off anything important.”

Shaw and I laugh at the thought before I run upstairs. Having two omegas isn’t usually this crazy, but I have to admit I can’t wait for Wren’s heat.

I’m definitely biting her the moment she begs for it.

WREN

“I’m so nervous,” I murmur under my breath as I work on my hair in a robe. I’m wearing scent dampening panties because I’ve been slicking like crazy. Shaw bought me the heaviest duty pairs he could find apparently when he went out.

I heard Flynn complain earlier about having to wear boxers, so I know my alphas have noticed that we’re both approaching our heat. I’m not dumb, I see the writing on the wall, but my cramps haven’t gotten bad.

The hot flashes, on the other hand, are just rude.

“How are you feeling otherwise?” Aisling asks as she pulls her blonde hair into a pretty curly messy bun. It’ll look really nice with her burgundy dress with the high leg split.

“A little crampy,” I admit. I won’t lie outright about what’s happening, even if I’m a little nervous about it. Everest told me during dinner that they would be keeping a close eye on me tonight and not to be a hero.

I just want to experience our first big event to get The Omega’s Haven off the ground. Jasper got the club we’re holding the event to donate the space, the fighters are giving their time, and the vendors insisted on donating appetizers and drinks. Everyone believes in our organization and what we’re trying to do.

It’s incredibly humbling.

“I don’t think I’ll last the entire night, but I want to at least see the opening,” I say.

“Okay,” Aisling replies. “We’ll make sure our speech happens as soon as possible, just in case. Then, everything is smooth sailing. The fights will happen, bets will be placed, and all of that money will be donated to The Omega’s Haven.”

My scalp is feeling sore because my skin feels overstimulated. While the cold bath helped, I’m back to feeling on edge. Frowning, I decide to loosely twist back the front of my hair before securing it with well-hidden pins, so it won’t be in my face. This way it looks elegant, and it doesn’t drive me crazy.

“Hollis is going to be there tonight, isn’t she?” I ask. The omega is in her early thirties, and we’ve had a few video calls with her as we work out how to add safe dating for the omegas who want to find a pack.

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