Page 67 of Knot My Sin

“Do you believe he could have remorse because he sold you?” Flynn asks, finally giving up the ghost and moving to wrap his arms around her waist.

Wren drops her head onto his chest as she shrugs. “It’s rare to find an omega as young as I was. He can’t control himself around a mature omega’s pheromones, which is why I was on hormone suppressants for years,” she explains.

Jasper glares at the ground, huffing out a sigh.

“What does it mean for him to not have control, Wren? I have control, every alpha in this room can control their urges,” he growls.

“I may have lost my mind when she was hurt and the doctor tried to touch her,” Shaw winced. Jasper waves his words away, shaking his head as he looks up from the ground.

“Protective instincts are different,” he mutters. “I somehow don’t think that’s what my sister is talking about.”

“Trey goes into a destructive rut and kills the omegas he’s with,” Wren says. “He almost lost it when he was saying ‘goodbye’ to me. I’ll save you the details, but it’s why Ophelia the auction owner made me wear scent blocking lotion before being sold. She was worried that I was just exceptionally tempting or something.”

“Maybe I don’t see it because I’m related to you,” Jasper grunts, shrugging. “Weak alphas can’t control themselves, and hurt omegas. I’ve known Pack Mohan for years, and I can grudgingly say that I approve. They fucked up I hear, but I can see they’re trying to figure out their way. If you don’t want to stay here, though…”

Shaw, Amb, and I growl at him as Flynn pulls Wren closer to him.

“We’re figuring out our way together,” she admits. “I’m good here, Jasper, I promise.”

Her brother stares at her for a moment before nodding.

“I may have left my car out at the gate unlocked,” he says with a sheepish smile. “I really wanted to see you, even if it wasn’t the best way to do it. I’m still trying to understand everything with limited information.”

“I know,” she says. “It’s just… Trey took the best parts of being an omega and turned them against me. Any innocence he twisted and perverted until all I can expect is for people to hurt me. Ten years is a long time to exist in darkness. The first night I spent in that house, any hope I may have had that everything was a mistake or a nightmare I would wake up from died. My instincts are all fucked up.”

“So you retrain them,” Jasper grunts. “Can I please have a hug? That is, if your omega will let you go.”

Flynn blushes as he realizes that he’s practically wrapped around Wren’s body. It’s been a little tense, so I don’t blame him. I want to do the same thing. Kissing her cheek, he slowly lets go of her, the heat of him still against Wren’s body.

Taking a hesitant step forward, Wren bites her lip as she gazes up at her brother. Jasper stands with his arms open, simply waiting.

“So you’re not disappointed that I’m not the girl I once was?” she asks. “I’m not fearless anymore, I don’t climb trees, and I’m kind of dull.”

“You’re a badass,” he corrects her, blinking away tears. “And you have the scars to prove it, even if only you can see them.”

Gulping hard, she takes another step forward. “And you aren’t upset that I won’t answer to that… other name?” she asks.

Pack Mohan and I hold our breath as Jas shakes his head. “You could tell me that your name was Princess Tulip, and that’s what I would call you, little dove. It just threw me at first, is all,” he says.

“Okay,” Wren says before she throws herself into his arms.

Jasper hugs her tightly, his eyes drifting closed. “You’re going to have to tell me when to let go, Wren. I’m going to hug you for an inappropriately long time otherwise,” he rumbles.

“I think I’m okay with that,” she whispers.

Slowly relaxing after a few minutes, Jasper pulls back, brushing the tears from his face with the back of his hands. Wren has a single tear trailing down her face and she smiles up at him as she takes a step back.

“I’m going to be obnoxious and call a few times a week, sis,” he says. “Please take my call?”

“Okay,” she says. “I think talking to you would be nice. I want to get to know you better. I don’t think I understood you very well when we were kids.”

“Do you want to know what I was thinking whenever you thought I was glaring at you?” he asks, his fingers raking through his hair again.

Jasper looks slightly unhinged with his wild hair and intense expression, and I get a feeling that he was fierce as a child as well. That’s probably why Wren felt like he didn’t like her very much.

“Yeah, I do,” Wren says with her lips rolled back between her teeth.

“Fuck,” he sighs, crossing his arms over his wide chest as he stands before us. “I thought about how I didn’t have to worry about you, and how glad I was for it. Jackson, Linus, and Bentley were hellions, while you wanted to do your own thing. I respected that.”

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