Page 51 of Knot My Luck

“She’s ready for you, brother,” I say flatly, my voice tight, though there’s a flash of satisfaction in my gaze as I step aside.

My twin’s eyes flicker to me, to her, and I see the way his gaze darkens. He knows what’s been happening, knows what he’s about to step into. Without another word, I turn on my heel, my footsteps heavy as I leave the room, the door closing behind me with a finality that leaves her alone with him.

TEN

Devlin

I wake up, my skin still alive with the scent of them – Lorcan, Tadhg, Cathal – a perfect blend of all three, woven together in a way that makes my omega hum with satisfaction. Their touches, their words, are etched into my mind, burned into my soul. But then, as the haze of pleasure begins to lift, the weight of what happened presses down on me like a crushing wave. The bond is still fresh, still too new, too raw, and it leaves me restless, disoriented.

My fingers twitch at my sides, desperate to feel the marks – those heavy, possessive marks on my neck. They’re mine, claimed, sealed. But even as I reach for them mentally, there’s a hollow ache in my chest.

I try to move, to roll over, but my body feels like it's still trapped in the aftermath. Slow. Sluggish. My limbs are heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction, yet somehow, I feel...unmoored. The sheets tangle around my legs, and I feel a strange, soft ache in my muscles, in places I didn’t even know could be sore.

I know what happened. I know who I belong to now. But the reality of it still feels like a dream. Like I’m suspended between worlds. The bond is there, a steady pulse beneath my skin, but my mind is struggling to catch up. It’s a blend of instinct, of possession, of something undeniably real – but also something that terrifies me.

I belong to them. To all of them – even if Cathal and I aren’t bonded yet.

The thought should be comforting. Itshouldfeel like home. But instead, it makes my heart flutter in an unfamiliar way. Something inside me stirs. Something unsure, something hesitant.

The bond continues to hum under my skin, settling, nesting into the hollow spaces within me. My omega instincts are quiet now, but the unease in my chest hasn’t gone. There’s a gnawing feeling deep inside – a fear, a worry, I don’t fully understand. What have I done? What does this mean for me, for us?

I push myself up, squinting into the daylight streaming through the curtains. My head throbs, and everything feels like it’s moving too fast, too slow. Panic bubbles in my chest, as the realisation sinks in. I’ve missed it. The wedding reception.

How long has it been?

The question feels like a weight, suffocating. I glance at the bed beside me, expecting them to be there, to have stayed, to have comforted me through the nights. But they’re gone.

Have they left? The thought cuts through me like ice.

I swallow down the panic, but it swells up again, spreading like wildfire. I blink rapidly, trying to shake the fog in my mind. Why would they leave me? What if they?—

No. No, stop it. Get a grip, Devlin.

I try to breathe, but it feels like the air is thick, too heavy. I can't make sense of what I’m feeling, but all I know is this: I’m not just lost in my own head right now. I’m lost inthem.

Just as my mind spins further, a knock at the door cuts through the tension, and before I can respond, the door swings open.

There they are.

Lorcan. Tadhg. Cathal. All standing in the doorway, like they belong here. Like they belong with me.

My breath hitches in my throat, and suddenly, I’m frozen. I open my mouth, but the words die on my tongue, caught between something like relief and something too raw to speak. I stare at them, and for the first time, I notice the change. The subtle shift in them, too. It’s like the bond is already shaping them, just as it’s shaping me.

Lorcan steps inside first, his eyes dark, soft, but heavy with meaning. His presence is a steady anchor in the storm brewing inside me. He moves to the bed, sits beside me, and reaches for my hand.

“You’re alright,” he promises, his voice low and comforting, almost like a reassurance I didn’t know I needed. “You’ve been in heat for three days, Red. We’ve been taking care of you.”

I blink, feeling the world tilt. “Three days?”

Tadhg’s voice is steady, a grounding force as always. “You were a bit out of it, Clover. We weren’t about to leave you to fend for yourself.” His eyes soften as he watches me. “Your reservation at the hotel was only for one night, but don’t worry – we handled everything. We grabbed your things, checked you out, and settled the bill.”

Cathal lets out a quiet chuckle, his eyes bright with something like affection. “You were a bit of a mess, Embers. But don’t worry, we had it covered.”

I swallow, a lump catching in my throat. They planned for me. They thought ahead. For us. It’s such a simple thing, but it means the world in a way I can’t explain. They didn’t just care for me. They cared forus. Without even asking. Without hesitation. And it makes something warm bloom in my chest. A flutter.

I didn’t think I could feel something like this. Not after everything that’s happened. But here it is, soft, unfamiliar, terrifying.

“I…I didn’t even realise…” My voice cracks, the words heavy on my tongue. My heart thumps in my chest, and I can’t look them in the eye.

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