Page 40 of Knot My Luck

My omega knows.

He belongs to me just as much as Lorcan and Tadhg do. The bond is there, fresh and raw, something ancient and undeniable humming between us. It pulls at me, invisible strings tightening around my ribs, whispering to me in the language of instinct.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

I press my lips together, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “Text them,” I say quietly. “Ask if they’re still willing to help me through this.”

His expression flickers, pain flashing across it so fast I almost miss it. But he doesn’t argue. He pulls out his phone and types, his fingers gripping the device too tight, like he’s bracing himself for the answer. The seconds stretch, the air between us thick with everything unsaid.

His phone buzzes. He glances at the screen, then back at me. “They’re freshening up the suite. Waiting for you.” His voice is rough, but steady.

I nod, relief mixing with something sharper, something electric. “Let’s go.”

I reach for the door handle, but Cathal doesn’t move. He hesitates, his broad shoulders going rigid, like he’s preparing himself for rejection. “And me?”

I arch a brow. “I’m not leaving you sitting in my car all night.” I slide out. “Come on.”

Dejected but resigned, he climbs out and falls into step beside me, and I lock the car as we start toward the hotel. His arm brushes against mine, warm and solid, and even though Ishould, I don’t pull away.

His scent reaches me first.

Spicy black pepper, bold and sharp. Rich coffee, dark and grounding. Smoky birchwood, warm and steady beneath it all. And just a whisper of dark chocolate – bitter and sweet at the same time, just likehim.

Itwrecksme.

My breath stutters, my knees going weak. My omegasurges, drawn to him, desperate to beclaimedby him. The heat pooling in my coreignites, spreading through my veins like wildfire, making meache.

I barely manage to stifle a whimper.

Cathal notices. Of course he does. His nostrils flare, his pupils darkening as he turns his head slightly toward me, his jaw tight. “You’re scenting me,” he purrs, voice husky.

I am.

Before I can stop myself, I lean in slightly, my instincts overriding every logical thought in my head. My nose brushes against the curve of his throat, right where his pulse beats strongest. His scent isstrongerhere, richer, more intoxicating, wrapping around me like smoke, like silk, like something I could drown in and never want to come up for air.

I need to stop. Ican’tstop.

A shudder ripples through me, my lips parting as I drag in another breath.

Perfect.

That’s what this feels like.

Not just Cathal. All of them.

Three scent matches. Three alphas.

Mine.

The realisation slams into me like a physical force, my body reacting before my mind can process it.

Heatspikes. Arousal floods. Panties give out.

Fuck.

I stumble, my balance wavering, and Cathal is there before I can blink, a strong arm wrapping around my waist, steadying me. His hold is firm but gentle, his fingers pressing into my hip like he’s anchoring me to the earth itself.

“Easy,” he croons, voice like gravel, like smoke, like something deep anddangerous. His purr rumbles to life, low and soothing, vibrating through my bones.

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