Page 106 of Knot All That Glitters: Part 2

Okay, wow. I don’t think I enjoy being called out like this, but I don’t know what I should have expected when they can feel my trepidation, my guilt, my worry about seeing the aftereffects of what my father did to my best friend.

Hale smacks a kiss to my shoulder, then slaps my ass. “Get up. We’re going.”

Tic and Jude get off the bed, then Hale follows. I watch from the bundle of blankets as they move around the room, ducking into the closet to pull on clothes. Tic drops a stack next to me, and I eye the fabric, not reaching for them.

“Bellybutton,” Jude groans, tipping his head back to the ceiling. “You will never forgive yourself if you don’t go see Ren, right this instant.”

I sink farther into the blankets. “What if she hates me?”

“Impossible, mouse. That girl loves you. She’s your soulmate, right?”

“One of them,” Jude corrects. “‘Cause we’re soulmates too, right?”

I kick at the covers, petulantly. “Yes. I have five soulmates.”

“So if Ren is one of them, she could never hate you, angel.”

I’m not convinced.

“If the roles were reversed, would you blame her?” Creed asks gently.

“Of course not!” I snap.

The four of them motion likewell, there you go then.

I know they’re right. I know it. But I still can’t bring myself to move. Guilt is tight in my stomach.

Creed sighs. “You can either get out of that bed on your own or we can drag you out and to the hospital just as you are.”

I look down at the t-shirt I’m wearing and nothing else. “Liar.”

He smirks, then lunges, throwing off the blankets before throwing me over his shoulder. I squeal and flap my hands at him as he hauls me out of the nest and down the stairs. The other three follow behind us, chuckling.

I lift enough to pin them with a withering glare, which only seems to make them laugh more. “You think this is funny?”

Jude shrugs. “I mean, a little yeah.”

“But more importantly,” Tic adds. “We know you need this.”

In the next instant, Creed is tossing me into the back seat of the car and sliding in next to me. Jude’s quick to claim my other side, a bundle of clothes in his hands. “We’re going, bellybutton. You should just accept it.”

“God, you’re all so annoying,” I grouse, folding my arms over my chest as Hale maneuvers the car out of the garage.

“But you love us,” Jude croons.

I do, but I only hum in response.

I still haven’t put on the clothes they brought for me by the time we pull up in front of the hospital. For no other reason than that I’m being stubborn. But when Creed arches a brow in threat, I realize he will carry me in there with no pants on. He’d probably drape a coat or something over me to keep me from flashing my bits at everyone, but he will do it.

Rolling my eyes with a huff, I grab the pair of leggings and yank them on. Followed by fuzzy socks and a pair of slipper shoes. “Good girl,” Creed murmurs, low and soft, into my ear before he and Jude help me pull on a super soft sweater that smells like Tic.

I’m silent as we make our way through the winding halls back to the omega wing. Nerves cramp my stomach and the gentle purr coming from all of my alphas does nothing to soothe it. She might hate me. She might blame me for what happened, which would be a thousand times worse than me blaming myself, which I already am. So fucking hard.

“It’ll be okay,” Jude whispers to me as we stop at the desk outside the omega wing. “It’s gonna be okay.”

I nod but can’t bring myself to agree as Tic politely asks the beta behind the counter for Ren’s room number. The nurse tellsus, but then also says that alphas aren’t allowed in the omega wing, unless their bonded omega is a patient.

Hale motions at me. “This is our bonded omega. Her sister is the patient.”

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