Page 9 of Tangled in Knots

“I don’t know about any of that,” she whines, making me shudder. My heart sinks, my fingers shaking, realizing I want to do anything in my power to ease her.

Damn, omegas could rule the world with their whine alone. Maybe that’s why the Omega Association has so many rules to force them into little boxes. Emilia Richardson secretly runs the organization while pretending to help them. Instead, she sendsthe ones who are an issue to auction, getting a cut of the amount they’re sold for. This little omega doesn’t seem to care about what the box looks like outside of the one her father stuffed her into.

“Okay,” Demon murmurs. His eyes are slightly softer after his freak out, but only someone who knows him would notice. His black hair is mussed from the mask, though it’s a good look for him, different from the perfect son vibe he typically goes for.

Demon stays out of Dad’s way, and I can see there’s a reason why as he looks at the pint-sized omega as if she may bite him. Silly, baby brother. That’s what we’re supposed to do.

No. We can’t claim her. Loan, loan, loaner.

“Is there anything that can keep an omega from going into heat? I don’t know what it’s called,” Demon says, wrinkling his nose.

“An omega has to awaken before she or he can go into their first heat. You’ve never had a spike, a hot flash, feeling as if you have to nest?” Jed asks, brows furrowed.

“I’m an omega, I always want to nest,” she says, her nose burrowed in her leg as if that will help her from scenting us. I wonder which one she likes best. The car smells like strawberry shortcake after I came so hard I saw stars, and I’m smug as fuck about it. I hope she can still smell me. “I haven’t had a spike before. This feels fucking awful.”

“How awful?” I purr, ignoring the glare from my big brother. “Do you need a knot yet, little rabbit? You’ll be wild with lust soon, gagging for it.”

Shaking her head, she denies it, but there’s a flush in her cheeks. We have a few hours at most before we’re under the haze of her heat. Looking forward to fucking her everywhere. I bet she’s?—

“Quiet your thoughts,” Jed complains, palming his pants-covered cock. The pack bond means he can pick up on whatwe’re thinking or feeling. He tries to mute it as much as possible because we’re bat shit crazy, but I also think it’s for privacy reasons.

“Can’t help it.” I shrug. “So how can someone push back a little omega from maturing?”

“There are supplements available to suppress an omega’s hormones and natural instincts, but they’re dangerous,” Jed explains. “When not taken regularly, if there’s a break in the routine, it could be disastrous. The worst fucking heat imaginable.”

“Oh… goodie,” she gasps.

“Are there any vitamins you take regularly, Adira?” Demon asks gently. He’s watching her like a predator, but almost worried she might bite back. She’s a rabbit, not a wolf. There’s nothing dangerous about her, except her resourcefulness. Her ability to string up and surprise me makes me way too interested in her.

Nothing good can come from it, but as her leg drops open, I can see a wet spot on her leggings. A direct line to delicious snickerdoodle cookies lies right there. Yummy.

“Daddy gives me three vitamins with my protein shake before my morning workout,” she rasps, as her shaking hands pull on her hair hard to help her focus. “Then I run for an hour before going on with my day.”

“Jeremiah has been gone for three days. Did you get your vitamins during that time?” Demon presses, leaning into her delicious scent.

“I… oh my god. Why would he do this?” Tears stream down her face, and I lean so far over the seat, Jed hauls me back before I fall into the trunk.

“Jeremiah likely wanted to control when you awakened,” I murmur. “He didn’t want you to grow up, little one. No questions asked makes for the perfect pampered princess.”

“I’m an idiot,” she whispers, her face transforming into a look of horror as a cramp grips her.

“We may not make it to the safe house,” Demon sighs. “It’s still three hours away. We’ll have to figure something else out.”

“My sister lives close by and she’s on vacation,” Morris grunts. “We could bunker down there?”

“I can’t go somewhere where there’ve been people,” she says in horror.

“What am I missing?” Demon asks, confused.

“Omegas need their own space, an area that doesn’t smell like other people or females. She’ll likely destroy the area, Morris,” Jed says softly.

“She has a basement that no one goes in. It’s where I usually stay when I visit. It smells like detergent and bleach,” Morris explains.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Maybe,” Jed says, refusing to agree to anything she says. His eyes flick to Morris, panic flashing in them when she’s bent over in pain and he nods. Between the snow and the omega about to go nuclear, there’s not much else for us to do.

Ho, ho, ho. Merry slut-mas. I can’t wait to ease this little omega.

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