Page 186 of Tangled in Knots

This is making me want to surprise her with a house, but that’s not going to help anything. Omegas are very particular. It needs to be perfect.

“So how did it do?” I ask gently, watching as she glances back at the screen.

“I… woah,” she whispers. “There’s over several million views. The comments are mixed, though.”

“Mixed how?” I ask her.

Morris, Damon and Kane drop to the floor near us, not wanting to be far from her.

“Ah, well, a few people said only stupid omegas get kidnapped and sold,” Adira says, her tone almost robotic. “Others said it’s rage bait, because I posted anonymously. It’s the internet, I know people troll accounts just to get attention.”

“How is it stupid to have your house broken into and kidnapped?” Kane asks darkly. “Maybe this person needs a lesson in her or his own stupidity.”

“Down boy,” Adira says absently, her fingers tangling in Kane’s hair gently. “I’m not necessarily hurt by it, just taken aback by the level of vitriol attached to it. There are others saying they hear me and think that I should post more.”

“The most important question is how did you feel after you finished making the recording?” Morris asks. His eyes haven’t left her face, and I hold my breath as I wait for her answer.

“I felt lighter,” she replies. “It’s the first time my mind has ever been that quiet.”

“It gets really loud in there, huh?” Kane mumbles, arching into Adira’s fingers, sighing as she rubs his scalp.

I’ve known for years that my younger brother suffers from voices that tell him to do really bad shit. Most of the time, he doesn’t try to fight them. “Mine get loud too. They only become quieter when you’re around. They snap and growl, but it’s not as bad.”

Adira gazes at him for a moment, tugging at his hair before pulling him down to kiss his lips. “Do you think they like me?” she purrs.

Fuck that’s hot. The little omega just took his crazy in stride. Damn.

“They fucking love you, baby,” he groans. “Ever since you got interesting and strangled me in the back seat in December, they’ve wanted to keep you.”

“It figures a little strangulation would do it for you the way blood does it for me,” she murmurs, smirking. “I think I may let you keep me.”

My jaw drops as Kane freezes, his fingers resting in her hair. “Do you mean it?” he growls, dropping his mouth to kiss up her neck. Adira writhes on the couch, and I grunt as her foot accidentally brushes over my cock. Fuck me, she’s killing me.

“Tell me why.”

“I’ve been looking at houses, but every house has to have a magical number of rooms or it doesn’t seem to feel right,” she rasps, looking up at him. “Things aren’t perfect by a long shot but?—”

“Perfect doesn’t exist,” I mutter. “Adoring you, protecting you, teaching you to raze the earth if you have the need, that matters. You’re not the fragile flower I thought you were. Mistakes were made, I’ll be the first to admit that.”

“You had your reasons,” she reminds me, her midnight blue eyes cutting over to gaze at me. “We’ve all punished each other enough as it is. I can either walk or see where this goes.”

“Even me?” Morris rasps. “I don’t mean anything sexual, I know you don’t trust me.”

“You earn trust,” Adira murmurs. “So do it.”

As if she didn’t just flip our world over on its axis, she turns the computer around to face us and Kane sits down again. Damon looks smug for some reason, making me wonder why he looks like the cat who ate the canary.

“This is the home I found. It’s on a private road near the university,” she says, showing us.

Leaning forward I see the gorgeous home with the black trim and high peaked roof. The photos show that there are beautiful high ceilings as well, but it’s the split attic that gets my attention.

“This would make a really great nest,” I murmur. “The ceiling is low, it’s easy to hang any curtains you may want, and this window here can be changed out for stained glass to mute the amount of light that comes through instead of using blackout curtains.”

Adira gazes at me in surprise, her eyes appearing lighter somehow. “Yeah?” she whispers.

“Yes,” I murmur. “The other thing I really like is how the porch railing goes all the way around the back of the house and up the sides, yet you can’t see that from the front.”

“There’s windows all through the house, keeping everything just bright enough that we wouldn’t have to use lamps and such,” she says excitedly. The lamps in this room as the sun goes down are on the lower settings, so it won’t affect her eyes.

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