Page 51 of Knot My Sin

“I don’t know how I feel about that,” Everest grunts. “God, they’re perfect together.”

“They’re also trouble.” Shaw chuckles as he opens the door and we hoof it out as he activates the alarm. Our omegas will be safe while we’re gone, and Flynn knows the combination if necessary.

Damn, I should teach it to Wren too. She’s not a prisoner here.

“Aye, the half pint is finding her confidence. She demanded I not fuck up this job and then flounced out,” I tell them.

Everest snorts as Shaw hides his smile, making me roll my eyes as we walk to his SUV.

“Honestly, can you imagine how incredible they’d be during a heat?” I sigh. “God, I’m a shithead for even thinking that, aren’t I?”

“No, you’re not,” Shaw says as he unlocks the vehicle and we climb in. Turning it on, he looks over at me as I settle in the passenger seat. “She just needs to get more comfortable with us. I want to formally court her. Wren deserves the world, and I want to take her out, show her not what she’s missed, but what she has yet to experience.”

“Damn, that was poetic, babe,” I tell him with my brows raised. As his cheeks color, I nod. “I was just thinking that I haven’t taught her the code to the alarm. Little things that she needs to know.”

“We suck at this,” Everest groans. “We were so good at courting Flynn. What would she want to do?”

“She likes to be outside,” I tell them, remembering how much she stares at the backyard. “Wren wants to be free, but what that means is up to her.”

“Why don’t we take her up to Lake Superior and have a picnic. We’re supposed to start drying out over the next few weeks. The worst of the rain is over,” Shaw murmurs. “We can spend the day walking together and enjoying the nicer weather.”

Nodding, I decide that may be nice. Wren barely noticed that Shaw went to the nicer stores to buy her clothes, though she did hold the blankets closely with a secret smile. Our girl is an omega with deep, still waters. It'll take a bit to figure her out, and I for one, am willing to spend the time to learn her.

“I’m in,” I say as Everest agrees. “Let’s get this over with so we can be done. May as well warn Corbin that Flynn’s heat will be starting soon too. We’ll be off the grid for a few days.”

“On it,” Everest grunts, pulling his phone out to text him.

Relaxing now that I know that’s being done, I close my eyes to nap as Shaw drives.

WREN

“Wren, this isn’t right,” Flynn whines, his eyes moving over his nest.

I don’t understand what could be wrong when it’s beautiful. Low ceilings, teal and darker blue curtains surrounding the deep mattress on the recessed floor, and lots of fluffy blankets.

Furrowing my brow, I blink slowly as I realize something. “Flynn, where are your pack’s clothes? Don't you have a sweatshirt you love or something?” I ask.

The guys leave a shirt for me to sleep in on the door knob outside of my room each night. I have clothes, but I feel happier when I sleep in something they’ve worn, and I’m surprised they picked up on it.

“I’m an idiot, I just did laundry,” he mutters, turning to stride out of the nest. “Help me?”

Flynn sounds so forlorn and lost, I’m a little worried Ambrose may have miscalculated his heat.

“Of course,” I say, walking with him. We collect shirts and sweatshirts, pillows from each of the guys beds until the nest is filled with items.

Flynn wrinkles his nose as he crawls into his nest to fix things exactly the way he wants, and I can see he’s hyper fixating. While the guys have been gone for two hours by this point, the omega doesn’t seem to be warm at all. Not the way I felt.

“Honey, I’m going to go get some water. Are you hungry?” I ask him, worried. If he is going into heat soon, I want to get him to eat something.

“What did you say, Darling?” Flynn asks, turning to face me. His brows are furrowed as if he doesn’t understand what I asked.

“Ah, I asked if you were hungry?” I repeat.

“No, you called me ‘honey,’” he murmurs. His lips widen into the most beautiful smile, stunning me. “I really liked it.”

“Umm, I’m glad,” I say, biting my lip. It’s so easy to be around Flynn. I find myself forgetting myself with him, letting him brush my lips with his, and he doesn’t scare me. I’ve started to slowly feel better around the alphas, but I’m not as comfortable as I am with Flynn.

“I think I just want something sweet,” he says, wrinkling his nose. “Gummy worms sound so good.”

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