Page 95 of Knot Made to Break: Part One

Without the extra protection my brothers provided, I didn’t like my odds. I wasn’t as strong as Gio or as intimidating as Dimitri. Even Tommas had an uncanny ability to talk his way out of situations without ever lifting a finger.

I needed a place off the grid, somewhere no one would think to look for us.

Thankfully, something came to mind.

As I wove through traffic, muscle memory took over, and I allowed myself a moment to revel in Kit’s closeness. Her warmth seeped into my body, contrasting the cool night air rushing past.

I tightened my grip on the handlebars, willing myself to focus on the road and not the intoxicating forest and floral scent that clung to her. My protective instincts were in overdrive, every fiber of my being screaming at me to get her somewhere safe.

Lights blurred as I pushed the bike harder, weaving through traffic with practiced ease. Kit’s heartbeat was a fast thrum, her arms locked around me as if I was her lifeline. And fuck if that didn’t go straight to my head.

As we left the city behind, the buildings grew sparser, giving way to stretches of darkness punctuated by the occasional streetlight. I knew these roads like the back of my hand, and I steered us up into the hills until the spot I wanted came into view. Pulling off the road, I stopped the motorcycle, braced my feet, and killed the engine, letting the silence of night bleed in.

For a moment, we just sat in the quiet, coming down from the adrenaline until we were both breathing a little easier.

Kit’s arms loosened, and she slid off the bike, gazing around through the visor.

“Where are we?” she asked, her voice muffled by the helmet.

Chuckling, I captured her hand and tugged her to face me. I reached up and gently removed it for her.

“This is one of my favorite overlooks. Not many people know about it, but you can see the entire city from up here. The lights spread out in every direction. They almost look like stars.”

I hadn’t lied. Up here, the view was incredible. But it paled in comparison to how beautiful she looked under the moonlight, her creamy, pale skin nearly glowing, the striking blue of her eyes resembling sapphires in the dark.

Her attention returned to the scenery. “It’s... it’s gorgeous,” she whispered.

I couldn’t resist. “Yeah, it is.”

But I wasn’t looking at the vista. My gaze was fixed solely on her.

My throat tightened at the sight. There was no doubt I’d fallen for her already. I was pretty sure I was a goner from the first hit of her scent, and my infatuation had only deepened once I got to know her.

Kit caught me watching her out of the corner of her eye, and the blush that tinged her cheeks as she smiled and tucked her windblown hair behind her ear was so fucking adorable.

I couldn’t help but smile, drinking in her reaction. “I used to come up here all the time when I was a teenager,” I admitted, surprising myself with the confession. “Whenever things got too intense at home or with family shit. It was my escape.”

Curiosity shone in those mesmerizing blue eyes. “Really?”

I nodded, running a hand through my hair. “Yeah. I’d park the bike, sit on that boulder over there,” I gestured to a large rock jutting out from the hillside, “and just... breathe. Watch the city lights flicker on as night fell. It helped clear my head.”

My Omega’s gaze followed where I pointed, then returned to me. There was a softness in her expression that called to the vulnerable parts of me I never let anyone see. It made me want to continue opening up, if only to keep that look on her face.

“Thank you for sharing this place with me.”

I shrugged, trying to play it cool even as warm fucking fuzzies spread through my chest. “Figured you might need a moment of peace, too.”

She nodded, her gaze returning to the view. A gentle breeze ruffled her hair, carrying with it a faint trace of her sweet scent. My fingers itched to reach out and tuck those wayward strands back into place, though I’d use just about anything as an excuse to touch her.

Fuck it. I gave into the temptation, marveling at how soft her skin was under my fingertips.

A tiny smile tugged at her lips as her eyes settled on me again.

“You must’ve had your bike for a long time then, if you were riding it in high school,” she mused softly.

I couldn’t help the smirk that crept onto my face. “Well, you know, I had to keep my badass reputation somehow.” I winked at her playfully. “I’m not a fighter like Gio, a little crazy like Tommy, or intimidating as fuck like D. Every man’s gotta have his thing.”

Her laugh rang out, a melodic sound that instantly became the highlight of my night—hell, maybe my life. Light and airy, it reminded me of wind chimes dancing in a gentle breeze, easing a tension in me I hadn’t even realized was there.

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