Page 23 of Knot Their Valentine

“Oh fuck! Fucking Lachlan! He told me these were the best ones!” Quin’s face turns bright red, and I see the moment he reads thesuck cock, because he swallows thickly, and his scent spikes with need.

“I have to get ready for work…” I murmur, jumping off my bed.

I need to get out of here and fast!

“Okay, Harlow. Have a good day.” Quin waves to me, as I scurry out of the room and into the laundry room.

“See ya!” I grumble, but the second I’m in the laundry room, I frown. Where the fuck is the blanket?

I frown, looking around like maybe I just don’t see it yet, but I mean, it’s huge so I can’t possibly miss it.

“Quinton?” I ask, popping my head out of the laundry room door, and peeking down the hall. His bedroom door is still open.

“Yeah?” he calls back, sounding oddly suspicious if you ask me.

“Did you…steal my blanket?”

Silence. I step fully into the hall, hands on my hips, when the accused steps into view. His face is bright red.

“Do you want to explain?” I ask, and he reaches up to scratch the back of his neck.

“I…my instincts are not always the best. I wasn’t thinking.” He shakes his head, and I nod very slowly.

“Right. Well, I don’t have another blanket, so…”

“Oh, you can use this one!” He leaps out of view and I squint.

“I meant more like you should return mine, but okay…” When he reappears, he’s got a bundle of blue he clearly just pulled off his own bed. “Quin!” I toss my arms up, and he deflates, and I instantly feel bad. What the heck is going on with him? I understand his hormones must be going wonky with me being in his house, but this is a little bit excessive. “Quin, I can’t use your blankets…that are drowning in the scents of you and your Alpha…”

“Why not? I took yours because it smells like you…” Quin frowns like I’m the crazy one here. I don’t have time for this.

“I have to go.” I huff. I try to shake off the feeling of letting him down, worried by the look on his face as I rush off to work.

I’ll wash whatever blanket he gives me when I get home from work, I guess.

Today was fucking bullshit.

Even though I ran away from Quin, his sexy chocolates, and that incredible scent, I still spent all my time daydreaming about the male Omega. He stole my blanket. What does that mean? Gah. Men are confusing.

I’m hungry but also tired. Really fucking tired. Work was so rough, and they ran me ragged. I don’t want to make myself food, but I know that if I don’t, I won’t get a chance to eat again until my first break at work tomorrow. I’m so tired. I already know myself. I won’t wake up with enough time to make breakfast.

The second I step into the apartment, the scents of all three men hit me, and I groan. It’s dark in here, so I flick the light on.

“Fuck!” I holler, tossing the keys I was clutching clear across the room. Lachlan lifts his brow at me as he sits up. He’d been napping on the couch. The sun has already gone down, but it’s not late or anything.

Maybe he just had a long day and needed a cat nap. He unfolds himself from the couch, smirking at me as he rounds the back of the sectional.

“Nice to see you too, Harlow. How was work?” After picking up my keys, he heads into the kitchen to greet me, taking my lunch bag and purse and putting them on the counter.

“You scared the soul out of me,” I hiss, still clutching my chest. “And work was ass. I’m ready to quit, but I need the money,” I huff, making Lach chuckle.

“Hungry? I’m not as good as Quin and Cae, but I can make you some hot dogs?” he offers, and I nearly start crying. Because the thought of him feeding me, so I don’t have to cook, is such a relief.

“Yes, please,” I sigh, physically deflating.

“Go sit. Watch some TV. This won’t take long. I’ll bring it to you.”

I do as the Alpha instructs and can’t help but feel my instincts rise up. He’s an Alpha and a man I’ve always been attracted to. His scent is amazing, his smile is alluring, and he’s making me dinner right now.

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