Page 30 of Knot My Luck

I’m reeling. Fuck.

Maybe I knew it. Maybe. Maybe it was just wishful thinking. A lifetime of wishing and hoping and dreaming.

Or maybe it was just meant to be. Always meant to be. And my intuition, even before my omega emerged, always knew it.

I stare at them, my mind racing, but my body still aching for them, for their bite, for their claim. Maybe even for Cathal’s too, despite everything.

But the words hang in the air, the tension thick between us. I don’t know what this means, but I know one thing: I’m not going to walk away from them. Not now. Not after everything.

But it’s just my luck to finally find my perfect scent matches only for fate to decide there’s no way in hell that I can keep them. Because letting Cathal back into my life, back into the heart which he so cruelly and carelessly shattered, isnotan option.

SIX

Devlin

My heart is pounding. The scent of sex and heat clings to the hotel room, thick and unmistakable, but it’s theirwordsmaking my stomach lurch.

Shit. Cathal. He’s pack lead?

Panic crashes into me, scrambling my still-groggy thoughts. I bolt upright, my pulse thudding against my ribs as I take in the rumpled sheets, the pillows scattered across the floor, the distant hum of music filtering in from downstairs.

The wedding. Fuck. I need to go. Now.

A sharp inhale to my left. A rustle of sheets. My breath stutters, eyes darting toward the two men still sprawled in bed, wrapped around one another in a way which has a whole new spike of lust ricocheting through me. Tadhg, his dark brows drawn tight even in half-sleep, a hand reaching toward me but hesitating. Lorcan, blinking up at me with that sleepy, satisfied look that would have made my knees weak – if I wasn’t currently in full-body get-the-fuck-out mode.

I shove back the covers, wincing as my legs protest at the sudden movement. My body aches in ways that make it impossible to pretend the last however many hours didn’t happen, but I shove the thought aside and reach for my dress. It’s a crumpled mess, but it’ll have to do.

Behind me, the mattress shifts. A deep exhale. “Red, wait?—”

I don’t.

My hands shake as I yank the dress over my head, my breath coming too fast, too sharp. The fabric snags on my shoulder and I growl in frustration.

I don’t have time to waste!

A strong, warm hand brushes my skin, attempting to help, but I jerk away before the contact can weaken my resolve.

“I have to go,” I rasp, voice rough from hours of—yeah, not thinking about that right now.

I scan the room for my heels, spotting them near the dresser. I can barely even recall them coming off. I grab them and slip them on, cursing when the straps refuse to buckle on the first try.

“Clover.” Tadhg’s voice, low, coaxing. “Just…talk to us.”

I lift my head—and instantly regret it.

Lorcan is fully sitting up now, tousled hair, sharp green eyes locked onto me like he can see the exact moment I’m about to run. And he hates it. His jaw flexes. His fingers twitch against the sheets, like he wants to grab me, hold me down, keep me.

Tadhg isn’t much better. His bright blue gaze flicks over my body, taking in every rushed movement, the slight tremble in my fingers, the way my omega is fighting me.

I can’t do this.

My reflection in the mirror stops me cold.

My lips are swollen, my neck a mess of faint marks that I don’t even remember getting, and my eyes – wide, frantic – belong to someone teetering on the edge of disaster.

I force a deep breath.I can deal with this later. Right now, I need to get out of this room and back downstairs before anyone notices I’m missing.

Ha! Fat chance of that, Devlin, it’s been hours already.

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