Page 44 of Knot My Sin

Me: Pick up some shampoo and conditioner and stuff for Wren while you’re out please? Fluffy blankets and shit too. Fuck, she needs socks.

Shaw sounds amused as he responds.

Shaw: Yes, Dad. I have all of it on my list. We’re out of bubble bath and bombs. Flynn swears he doesn’t like it, but I know he likes to take baths when we’re working and read dirty books.

Holding back a snort of amusement, I force myself to walk out of the room. Shaw is a fantastic alpha, and takes care of us all in his own way. He doesn’t think we see it, but we do. Amb is quietly speaking to the doctor outside of our room, and Flynn is listening intently as I walk over.

I’ll need to make my call to Jasper after this. I need to know what his relationship with Wren was, because I’ll be damned if one more fucking alpha hurts her.

“Thank you for running those so quickly,” Ambrose says to the doctor. “Do we know who did this to her? We have a name. You better believe we plan to hunt him down, Doc.”

“What did he find?” I ask as soon as he hangs up. I’m breathing heavier as my mind begins to think up a million things. For some reason, I’m terrified we’ll lose Wren before we ever get to know her.

Flynn comes over to me, and wraps his arms around me.

“She’s okay,” he coos, making me shudder.

“Talk to me,” I beg Amb. His gaze is filled with anger as he nods, glancing at Wren’s door.

“I don’t want to keep secrets from her, so we’ll loop her in if she wakes up while we’re talking,” he grunts. “Wren has been on hormone suppressants for fucking years, which has forced her body to accelerate her cellular growth.”

“English,” I groan, making him sigh.

“She will likely be much better by tomorrow, and the cuts and bruises will probably also begin to fade,” Amb explains. “This alpha, Trey, seems to have fucked with her system though, so her heats will be more intense when she has them. The doctor doesn’t know if having her on heat suppressants will help or hurt her current state, so he doesn’t want to risk it.”

“Could she spike into heat any time soon? Flynn has them every month unless he’s stressed out, and then he’ll skip one,” I remind them.

Flynn nods, biting his lip. “We just don’t know. Being around me could force us to sync up, or she could not have another heat until she’s ready. This heat was so fucked, I don’t know what we can expect,” he says. “Fucking with an omega’s hormones so they’ll never grow up is…”

“Heinous,” I whisper. “I’m going to go call Jasper, okay? I need to make sure we don’t fuck up again and put someone who wants to hurt her into her orbit, baby. If she never wants to see her brother again, then so be it. We aren’t forcing her to do a damn thing.”

“Agreed,” Flynn says, kissing me. Groaning, I allow myself to devour his lips before pulling away.

“What are you two going to do?” I ask.

“I want lemon drop cookies now,” my omega says with a chuckle.

I wonder why. God, that sounds good. If I can’t eat the omega in the next room over, then cookies will have to tide me over.

“Mmm. Save me some?” I ask, starting to walk away from them backwards. I need to make this call before Wren wakes up.

“I’ll make extra,” he promises. “Amb will probably end up eating some before they’re done cooling.”

“There’s no shame in my game,” Amb growls, devouring Flynn’s mouth. His whine goes straight to my cock, making me press down on it.

Dammit, and I get to make this call rock hard.

“Fuck me,” I grunt, turning away as I hurry toward the stairs. I’m going to call Jasper from the office, where I can't be driven insane by the scent of lemon drop cookies.

Scrolling through my contact list, I hit Jasper’s name as I enter the office. It’s rare that I’m ever in here. I mostly need the privacy, so that if I lose my shit, there are minimal witnesses to it.

“Hello, this is Jasper,” he says. The alpha sounds as if he’s distracted, and I don’t think he checked caller ID before he picked up.

“Hey, it’s Everest with Pack Mohan,” I tell him as I shut the door behind me. It’s still gloomy and now raining again, so I turn on the light in here. “I have some information for you, but first I need you to answer some questions for me.”

I’m the lighthearted one in our pack, though I can torture someone without breaking a sweat. In some ways, my crazy is even more dangerous because my stomach is made of lead, and I have absolutely no guilt after killing someone. In fact, the bottomless pool of regret inside of me is a fairly new feeling.

“Alright, out with it,” Jasper murmurs. I hear him close a door, and I imagine he may be walking away from others. Fuck it, not my problem.

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