Page 6 of Knot My Sin

I don’t even know if this could be his sister, since so much time has passed. He has a very old photo of her, which means she could look like anyone, or her handler could have changed her hair color.

The omega we bought stares vacantly in front of her, appearing as if she’s locking herself away from whatever misery is coming for her. I don’t blame her, this crowd is pretty rough, and each conversation that I overheard was even more terrifying than the next.

Breeding, sex slavery, experiments.

Shuddering, I’m glad I’m wearing scent blocking lotion today. It feels unfamiliar and uncomfortable, but it’s safer for me. Male or female omega, the danger is the same because of the power that’s in our pheromones.

My heat is a few weeks away, but there’s a pull alphas experience in the presence of an omega that can make them feral.

I wear the bites of my alphas on my body, and I know one is peeking out from under my sweater. Sometimes even knowing an omega is claimed isn’t enough for an alpha to be able to resist the pull.

Blowing out a breath, I glance over at Ambrose, where he’s paying the auction bid. His broad shoulders pull his long-sleeved blue shirt taut under his black jacket. His too long dark brown hair is twisted into a bun at the base of his neck, and I yearn to pull it free, so I can run my fingers through it.

“Feeling twitchy yet, baby?” Everest asks, worried. I hate crowds. I insisted on coming with them today, and I don’t even know why, except that I couldn’t stand being home for one second longer.

That’s unusual for me, because I love our home. It sits on several acres with few neighbors, and we even have a goat and some chickens. Everest, Ambrose, and Shaw work for the Irish Mob, doing jobs regularly for them. I don’t ask questions when they come home covered in blood with bruised knuckles.

Truthfully, it doesn’t bother me. These alphas accept me with my social anxiety and impulsivity, and I adore them. We’re pack, and we just fit together.

Blowing out a breath, I nod.

“So far, yeah. I can’t wait to get out of here, though. If misery had a scent, it would be here,” I murmur.

Everest throws his arm over my shoulder with a nod as I wrap mine around his waist. They’re all a full foot taller than me, but it means I fit perfectly against them for a cuddle. Everest’s jaw is covered in blond scruff, and his blond hair is short on the sides while it runs wild and slightly longer on top. His almost colorless blue eyes look around the area, on alert as we complete our transaction.

My eyes stay on the omega who is wearing the tiniest scraps of lingerie possible and a collar. Wondering what she smells like, I inhale to find out. I can’t scent her.

Frowning, I shake my head. Why would they have her wearing scent blockers?

“Alright, little omega, let’s get going,” Shaw sighs, stepping forward.

The girl barely notices as he wraps his huge hand around her bicep, pulling her forward. She truly is lost in her mind as we start making our way toward an exit.

“Shaw,” I yell, walking faster as the door ahead of us is opened and a cold blast of air comes through. “She can’t go out like this. She’s not even wearing shoes. What about the collar? Come on, really?”

The scent of burnt caramel comes toward me, but I stand my ground as I glare at him. I don’t care if he’s annoyed at me. There’s no fucking way in hell this is happening.

“What do you want me to do, babe?” he groans. “You’ll never let me wear this jacket again if I let her wear it and it’s my favorite.”

Shaw is right, I would usually want to claw this girl’s face off, and I have no idea why I don’t seem to want to.

Frowning at my growly, dangerous alpha, I take in his dark-washed jeans and suspenders covering his white button-up shirt. Shaw is meticulously dressed, his tattoos peeking out a bit from under his white shirt and his black jacket is worn open to allow me my fill of arm candy. In almost a fuck off to society, his gauges in his ears are shown off proudly with his hair cut short.

“I may if you let me wash it,” I rasp. God, I am so affected by my alphas, it’s not even funny.

His lips smirk from under his well trimmed beard and mustache, and he lets go of the omega to slowly pull his arms out of the jacket. I know Ambrose and Everest are keeping an eye on the omega, so I let my eyes crawl over the tattoos covering his arms. The sleeves of his white shirt are rolled up his forearms, and he even has a button open at the top.

“Yummy,” I whisper.

“You bet your ass I am,” he rumbles, moving forward to hold my chin between his fingers before he leans down to kiss me.

God, yes. Salted caramel popcorn explodes over my tongue as he devours my lips, a taste I crave more than anything.

“Be a good boy for your alpha, and I’ll fuck your perfect, tight hole when we get home,” he groans.

Fuck. I can feel my cock leaking already. Shaw’s nostrils flare as the scent of chocolate and custard starts to leak into the air as I perfume. The scent blocking lotion won’t help at all with this.

“Fuck, we gotta go before I have to shoot people, baby boy,” he groans. “Listen, we’ll deal with the collar when we get home, okay? I didn’t think to mention wearing the scent blocking boxers for our outing because I know you hate them.”

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