Page 90 of Knot My Sin

His smile just grows wider as he smells my perfume, but he doesn’t needle me about it.

“That sounds fun,” I admit. “What should I wear?”

The weather has been really beautiful lately, the sun shining and it’s warmer out.

“There’s a few sundresses in your closet now,” he says, blushing. “Maybe one of those and a pair of converse?”

I want to look nice for him, so I bite my lip and nod. Ambrose gives me a smile back, leaning in to pull my lip free to kiss me. He’s not as grumpy as Shaw usually is, but I’m noticing that Ambrose is slowly becoming more relaxed around me.

“I’ll go change now,” I tell him, standing.

“I’ll be in the kitchen, grabbing us some car snacks,” he says lightly. “I’ll even share my cheese.”

Snorting as I walk inside, I shake my head as I remember how much he flipped out when I accidentally ate his cheese. That seems like a lifetime ago. Walking through the house, I notice Shaw working on the computer in the office, Flynn baking in the kitchen, and Everest on the phone.

I love just watching them do everyday things, as silly as that sounds. It gives me a glimpse into their lives, even if I’m not in the middle of it. They all work so cohesively, even when they’re doing separate things.

Trailing my fingers up the mahogany of the banister as I walk upstairs, I move into my room excitedly. Lately, I’ve been sleeping in the ‘pack’ bedroom, with each member of the pack taking a turn to sleep curled around Flynn and I. He and I always fall asleep next to each other, and then Everest, Ambrose, and Shaw find their way into bed.

Sometimes, we all go to bed at the same time, while other times, one or several of them are working late. I’m getting the impression that their boss is a bit stressed out for some reason and is cleaning up a mess.

It’s not my business, so I refuse to put my nose where it isn’t wanted. Opening the closet door, I smile as I flick on the light and see a lavender dress with yellow flowers, another appears to be an off the shoulder red dress with tiny white flowers, and the last is a burnt orange spaghetti strapped dress, that also appears to be tea length.

Thinking it over, I decide on the lavender dress because it’ll be cute with my black converse shoes.

Dressing quickly, I decide against a bra, because it’s tight enough around the bust to hold them. They’re not large by any standards, and I’ve decided I don’t like bras. Moving to the bathroom, I brush my teeth and try to figure out what to do with my hair.

I’ve never used makeup or anything because Trey wanted me to be naturally beautiful. However, my hair was one thing I learned quickly how to do.

Twisting my dark locks into a fishtail braid, I decide this is good enough. Turning, I shriek when I see Flynn leaning against the door with a smirk. His eyes grow wide as he chuckles at me.

“Sorry, Little One. I didn’t mean to scare you. You look beautiful,” he says. “Why did you look frustrated a moment ago?”

Shrugging, I sigh. “I don’t know if I look done up enough,” I explain.

Flynn looks confused before he shakes his head, linking his fingers in mine to tug me into his arms. “Do you know how many girls have tried to throw themselves at our alphas over the years?” he asks. I shrug in response and he chuckles.

“Tons, because they think that our alphas want babies, little people to carry on their line. The mafia is ridiculous with their standards and ideas, but Corbin doesn’t hold to them. He believes love is love. Every one of those girls were made up, wore tiny outfits, and you know what?”

“No, what?” I breathe.

“I was insanely jealous until they told me about all the reasons as to why they weren’t interested. These girls were little plastic dolls, and our alphas want an omega who is real,” he explains. “They want you. Flyaways, no makeup, gorgeous touchable skin, and perfect handfuls of your ass to hold while they cuddle. That’s it.”

Flynn runs his nose up my neck, scent marking my jaw as he snuggles against me.

“Mmmm. Lemon and custard,” he groans. “Thank God I have some blueberry custard cake in the fridge for when you get back. It has a touch of lemon to it, and I’m really excited to see how it turned out.”

“You’re amazing,” I say in awe. “You really are okay with this?”

“Absolutely. You deserve dates and fun,” Flynn says. “Have fun, live a little, and remember they already adore you. Even outside of genetics, they’re already yours.”

Pulling me with him, as he walks toward the door exiting into the hallway, he drops a kiss on my forehead.

“Don’t doubt yourself, Darling. Push them around, make them grovel, because they deserve it. They won’t run. They like a little competition,” he says with a smirk. “Their nature demands it. The best kills, Penis Picasso, who made it to the top of the drive. They’re adorable idiots.”

I giggle as I remember the photo of disfigured penises. They are very adorable. I don’t care if I'm odd for thinking it’s a sweet gift.

Walking together down the stairs, he gently squeezes me as we see Amb standing at the base of the steps with his mouth open, a lunch bag dangling from his fingertips.

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