Page 98 of Knot My Sin

Whining, I bury myself in his comforting nutmeg and heather scent. Everest purrs for me, attempting to help, but I’m really wound up.

“Don't you have something that can help us track her in case something happens? Don’t look at me like that,” I snap as they exchange a look. “Just look at what happened at the grocery store. We can’t keep her here forever. She shouldn’t have to feel cooped up in this house, or we’ll lose her just as easily to depression. Guys, Wren is just coming out of her shell. What do we do?”

I’m panting again as I feel my lungs threatening to close. Clinging tightly to Everest, I tell myself that they’ll make it right. They have to.

Shaw grunts as he rubs his chest, and I know they’re feeling the full brunt of my chaotic emotions. Unfortunately, I’m so out of control, I can’t turn it off right now. They’d also know I was masking while I’m freaking the fuck out in front of them.

“Baby boy, are you asking us to install a tracker in our omega?” he asks, coughing lightly. The air is thick with my emotions, and the scent of curdled milk makes my nose tingle with the need to sneeze.

“I don’t know. Maybe? Fuck,” I mutter, rubbing my cheek against Everest’s chest as he soothingly strokes my back. “Yes. Yes, can we do that?”

“I can, but are you sure about this?” Shaw asks. “I’ll fully take the heat for it if she ever finds out?—”

“You won’t tell her?” I gasp, eyes wide.

Everest snorts, shaking his head. “There’s no way she’ll accept it if we tell her, baby. I’ll get an injectable tracker this week, and we’ll do it when she’s sleeping. She’ll never notice it if it’s between her shoulder blades,” he explains with a shrug.

“Ugh, is it wrong that I’m happy that none of this makes you think I’m insane?” I ask, starting to relax slowly.

“We do worse shit than this on a daily basis,” Shaw reminds me. “I’ve been worrying about Wren since the grocery store, too. It was too close for comfort, I hate that Trey is a goddamn ghost. If it protects her, and you’re okay with it, I’m all for it. It’ll let me sleep better at night.”

“You’ll still worry,” I tease him, sniffling. I feel better knowing that we have a plan now. Maybe I’m as rotten as my guys, but I don’t feel even a twinge of guilt for doing this.

“I will,” he grunts. “I laid tape and protective paper down on the floor for the paint. Want to help me?”

“Yes,” I say eagerly, taking a step away as I wipe my cheeks with the back of my hands. The air is quickly dissipating from my earlier emotions, making Everest breathe easier.

“Amb messaged me while you were downstairs, we have about three hours to finish,” Everest says with a smirk. My eyes widen as I rush into the nest.

“Let’s get to it!” I yell, making the guys laugh as they follow me.

God, I really hope she’ll like her nest. As for the tracking device I just conspired to put into my omega, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right?

Fuck me.

WREN

“This was fun,” I tell Ambrose with a grin as the gate slowly opens when we get to the house.

I don’t know when this huge place will feel like a home for me, but I haven’t quite hit that moment yet. The guys are where I want to be, I don’t want to leave them, but I don’t think this feels real yet for me.

The bonds? Those are definitely real. Everest sends me the best hug through the bond that I’ve ever felt, making me smile. I love the connection I feel as Flynn tells me he misses me, and Shaw feels excited. I wonder what they’ve done all day.

“I’m glad you had fun, too,” Ambrose says with a happy smile. Our food was delicious, and I allowed myself to indulge in a milkshake with it. Cookies and cream was too good to pass up. “I think Shaw wants to do a group date soon.”

“You’re going to spoil me,” I tease him.

Driving through the gate, he reaches out and links his fingers in mine.

“Honey, you’re ours to spoil, and we plan to do it thoroughly. We’re a bit competitive, so every date may have to be topped. Enjoy the courting process,” he says with a chuckle.

“Were you all like this with Flynn?” I ask him. I haven’t heard a lot of stories about their relationship from when they were dating, and I’m kind of curious.

“We stalked Flynn once we found out he was Everest’s and my scent match,” he admits. At my shock, he shrugs. “We’re obsessive, possessive alphas, honey. What else would you expect?”

“Stalking like how?” I ask, eyes wide. If I am really honest with myself, I’m slightly aroused as well.

Nostrils flaring, Ambrose smirks, making me know that he can smell my slick. Squirming, I’m glad he’s not making a big deal of it right now. That is, until he pulls the hand that he’s holding and uses me to adjust his cock in his pants.

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