Page 24 of Knot My Sin

“No,” Shaw barks, but there’s no heat to it. “How did you do this? That doesn’t make any sense to me.”

“I brought her into a house filled with alpha pheromones. Sometimes it can kick start a heat. Like you said, we just don’t know enough about her. Guys… I want to go look for her. Right now,” I insist.

Glad Shaw’s head isn’t in my lap anymore, I stand. Ambrose lunges forward, pulling me back onto the couch.

“Wait, just wait,” he says. My chest is heaving with emotion, my anxiety continuing to spike as I watch the wind toss the branches around as if they were playthings. Black spots appear across my vision as I sit rigidly at the window. Thunder cracks over our heads, making me jump.

“Wait for what? Till she dies?” I snap at him. “I brought her here, I want to help her. I have toys with knots, I don’t know, maybe I can help her?”

“Baby boy,” Shaw murmurs. “I don’t think it works like that.”

“Maybe not, but she can’t be out in this weather right now. I want to go find her,” I snap. The scent of my anger and distress fills the room, and my alphas begin to purr for me. I don’t want their comfort. I don’t deserve it. “No! Stop, I need to do this, guys. Please.”

Ambrose sighs as he looks out at the storm, biting his lip. “Fuck. Let’s go get dressed, then. Flynn, I think this is a bad idea. We probably aren’t going to even see anything until the storm passes.”

Sticking out my bottom lip, I merely stare at him. I’m rarely petulant, but something has been telling me there’s something special about this girl. It’s why I was drawn to her. Wren doesn’t set off my anxiety the way other people do, and seems to want good things for me.

What about her? Who wants good things for her?

“No,” I rasp, shaking my head. “No waiting. If she is Harley, then there’s a whole story there that Jasper deserves to hear. We promised him we’d look, and we may have just thrown his sister out on her ass for what? Because she makes you three uncomfortable?”

“Yes,” Shaw whispers. He’s pale as it all begins to hit him. Ambrose, Everest, and Shaw have a burst of guilt through our bond before they lock it down. It feels colder in my mind without them, but I don’t really want them to feel my disappointment either, so we’re even.

Shaking my head, I move Ambrose off me, getting up and walking away.

“I’m leaving and taking the Razor out alone,” I mutter. We have a vehicle meant for off roading, and it’s the only one that’ll allow us to drive in the woods.

“We’re going, wait for us. I don’t want to lose you too,” Shaw growls.

“Don’t make me wait,” I snarl as I jog up the stairs of the sunken living room and then up to our room.

My eyes won’t stop leaking, and I drag my sweatshirt across my face as I sniff back a snot bubble. I know they’re worried about how worked up I am, but I need them to take me seriously, instead of making me forget in a sweaty orgy.

My eyes move over the house as I walk, remembering small things from when we moved into this home together. They wanted to give me the perfect place, so we found the land and then had it constructed from the ground up.

While we were planning the construction of the house, we decided to each have separate rooms in case we needed space, and our room together. I also have a nest on the third floor for my heats and when I feel the need to hide away. I love everything about this house we’ve made our home, but I need to get out of here.

I also need answers.

Pulling off my clothes, a part of me wishes I had given her my worn sweatshirt. I’m not an alpha, but it might help settle her as her body attempts to pull her apart with need. Blowing out a breath, I change into a pair of tactical black cargo pants, a long-sleeved moisture wicking T-shirt, and a warm rain jacket. The guys and I have been mud racing a few times, and this is what I usually wear for it.

It'll keep me warm while I’m out looking for her, which means it’ll accomplish its purpose. Thick socks and heavy combat boots finish off my outfit before I walk out of the room. My alphas read my mood correctly and all dressed in their own rooms, because I’m angry, sad, and I had to blow my nose twice before I could leave our room.

There’s a heaviness in my chest that is making me feel frenetic. It typically leads to bad decisions and tears, but I know that’s not the case here. My heat is now about two weeks away, so I don’t think Wren’s heat will set mine off early by being around her.

Darling, why did you have to run? Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling hot and off?

This beautiful omega is out there suffering the worst pain an omega can feel without alphas and her mates to soothe her. Wren gave me something precious, her words, but I don’t know how to put together all of the puzzle pieces. There’s too many missing pieces.

“Flynn,” Shaw barks, a touch of his alpha command forcing me to stop and glance at him. “Please wear a hat. I know you’re mad, and you’re right to be. We mishandled the little omega. Just please take care of yourself too?”

“No one cares about her but me,” I mutter, snatching the knit hat from his outstretched hand to shove it over my hair. Sure, my head is warmer now, but I’m still irrationally pissed off. “Thank you.”

See, I can be polite even when I’m mad.

Ambrose, Shaw, and Everest give me an understanding smile, to which I roll my eyes and turn to walk away.

“I’ll let you be a brat for a bit longer, baby boy, because we fucked up, but don’t think this will give you a pass forever,” Shaw grumbles as they follow me.

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