Page 23 of Knot My Sin

“She makes me twitchy,” Ambrose grumbles. “She doesn’t talk, she just sits there, and I don’t know anything about her except that the auctioneer beta called her a slave.”

“Her eyes make my chest hurt,” Everest murmurs. “I don’t know how to help someone with that level of trauma. And then I ask myself if it’s even my place to want to.”

“Then there’s her damn name. Why is her name Wren? How did she end up at the auction? Why is there so much fucking pain in her eyes?” Shaw asks.

“I know at least one of the answers to those questions,” I mutter. “Wren said that ‘he’ gave her the name she has. It just felt as if she had been with this guy for a long time, and she couldn’t remember her real name.”

My alphas still, quiet for a moment. What are they thinking? Are they going to clue me in?

“Wait, what did you say?” Everest asks, moving from his position next to me.

“You heard me,” I saw slowly. “Your ears aren’t broken.”

“Isn’t that odd? Who doesn’t know the name they’re born with?” Everest says with a shrug. “Look, it made me think of something and it’s kind of freaking me out. We all have a very old, specific photo. It’s the same damn reason we were at that auction. She didn’t really look like Jasper’s sister. Did she? Because I’m going to feel really shitty if we kicked her out if she is.”

“Where is she, Shaw? I know you have cameras outside,” I remind him. “Wren’s eyes are hazel like Harley’s, but it’s not an uncommon eye color.”

Sighing, he grabs his phone and then clicks on the remote control to the television. I love watching movies here, but I’m more focused on the omega who is clutching her stomach with pain-filled eyes.

“How would you feel if you threw out an omega going into heat?” I ask, scrambling onto my knees. “Guys, do you hear me?”

I’m screeching right now, but I don’t care. Wren forces herself to keep moving, and soon she’s at the gate. Looking around as if waiting for it to open, she stomps her foot.

God, she’s kind of adorable.

“Maybe if I don’t open it, she’ll turn back,” Shaw grunts, his fist rubbing his chest. “Fuck, don’t jump it! Stop!”

Wren can’t hear him, and climbs up the gate before she jumps down the other side.

“Fuck,” Ambrose growls. “Well, we aren’t her alphas, what do you want us to do? We can’t fuck her or give her a knot, Flynn.”

Wren almost drops to her knees as I watch her have another cramp, and my heart starts to pound.

“Do you think she wanted to leave because she knew she was going into heat?” I ask. “She told me that she was leaving for me. You’re right, there’s too many questions, and I need those answers, guys. Please.”

Tears run down my cheeks as I watch her almost limp away. Shaw changes the video to show the main road as she keeps moving, but then turns to walk into the woods.

“What… Why is she doing that?” I ask, moaning softly. I’m panting with the stress, my heart pounding as my anxiety shoots through the roof.

I never should have let her leave.

“I don't know, baby boy,” Shaw murmurs. My three alphas gaze at the television as if they can force her to walk back out of the woods.

Thunder sounds outside, making me frown as I turn to look out the window. The clouds came in when I wasn’t paying attention, and the rain begins to fall now.

“Flynn, what will happen to an omega if she goes through her heat alone?” Ambrose asks slowly.

“It depends on how bad the heat is,” I whisper. “I had my first heat with you guys, which is why I was dating. I didn’t want to have it alone. Even if I didn’t find anything serious, I would have wanted to come to an understanding with a pack to see me through it.”

“Like fuck I would have wanted that,” Everest rumbles, rubbing my leg. “I’m glad you found us first.”

“Worst case scenario?” Shaw asks, forcing himself to breathe.

“She could lose her mind out there,” I explain. “I don’t know… I have no idea if this is her first heat or not. She’s undernourished, it’s possible she may not have ever had one. I just… I don’t know!”

My heart is pounding as I look from the road where the rain is pelting down to outside the window.

“There’s a river near the road,” I mutter, thinking about what’s near us. “I don’t know how hot or awful she feels yet, but I wasn’t kidding when I said I thought she was suicidal. Even just trying to cool off, she could drown there. I can’t… Look, I did this!”

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