Page 26 of Knot Made to Break: Part One

“You okay there, Angel?” Marco asked, settling in beside me. “You look a little flushed.”

The small laugh I released was wobbly at best, and I squirmed in my seat. “You just… smell really good.”

If I was rosy before, I was fire-engine red now.

I can’t believe I admitted that.

It didn’t matter that we’d already established we were scent matched. It was embarrassing how much their signatures affected me.

“Trust me,” Marco practically groaned. “The feeling is mutual.”

Tommas twisted my direction from the front seat, his eyes twinkling. “You smell just as fuckin’ incredible, Butterfly.” He inhaled deeply, then frowned, catching only the lingering traces of my signature. “God, I hate scent-canceling lotion.”

Gio grunted in agreement. “Same, but it’s a necessary evil. There’s no way I want another Alpha to get a hit of her delectable perfume.”

Heat crept up my neck from how very primal they were being. But deep down, my Omega thrived amidst their possessiveness. Ilikedthat they wanted me all to themselves.

Their scents swelled, and the combination of all four of them was all-consuming. My entire body felt like it was strung tight, hyper aware of each man. Every shift, every breath—I was attuned to it all.

God, how long is this drive?

If I thought being surrounded by all of them in the penthouse was difficult, being in such a small space was absolute torture. Thebestkind of torture, but still.

Blessedly, Gio leaned forward from the row behind us, his elbows resting on the back of our seats as he changed the subject, giving me something else to think about. “So,Dolcezza, what kind of clothes do you usually like to wear?”

I fidgeted with the hem of my borrowed t-shirt. “Oh, um… I don’t really have a style, I guess. Just whatever’s practical and… available.”

The car fell silent for a moment, and I could feel the weight of their gazes on me. I kept my eyes fixed on my lap, not wanting to see their reaction, their pity.

“Have you ever gotten to shop for things you actually liked?” Giovanni pressed, his tone gentle yet searching.

I shrugged, my embarrassment growing. “Sometimes. At thrift stores.”

He hummed, nodding lightly. “Then today might feel uncomfortable for you. But I want you to make me a promise.”

I shifted, gazing at him over my shoulder. “What’s that?”

“I want you to find clothing you actually enjoy.”

“And you won’t worry about the money,” Dimitri added, like he already knew I’d be eyeing all the price tags.

My mouth gaped open, then closed, then open again as my gaze swung to meet his in the rearview mirror. Even though he was driving, he held my focus for a prolonged beat before he had to pay attention to the traffic once more.

How was I supposed to make that kind of promise? I wasn’t someone who made empty vows. If I gave them my word, it meant something.

“Trust me when I tell you our Alpha instincts are riding us to provide for you. The least of your needs is a full wardrobe.”

“We want to buy you what you need, Angel,” Marco added. “And I bet your Omega is dying to be taken care of.”

“Trust your own intuition,Dolcezza,” Gio pleaded. “It’s not healthy for an Omega to deprive herself of comfort and things that bring her happiness. That’s not just you, butanyOmega.”

“And you’ve been deprived for way too long. Let me buy you all the pretty dresses and comfortable hoodies,” Tommas tacked on.

Comfortable hoodiesdidsound amazing.

I was wavering, and they could tell.

“We also need to make a stop for blankets and pillows for our girl.” Marco reached over, and his fingers lightly caught the ends of my hair, playing with the soft strands.

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