Page 42 of Knot My Luck

The moment I do, I’m hit with the scent of them. Lorcan’s wild, untamed energy: black leather, smoky oak, and dark bourbon, intense and dangerous. Tadhg’s deep, steady warmth: cedarwood, amber, and smoky vanilla, grounding and safe. It washes over me, soothing and igniting all at once, and my bodyreacts, the heat that had been simmering flaring into somethingravenous.

The room has been refreshed – the bed stripped and remade, cool sheets waiting – but it’s the nest that catches my breath.

A carefully constructed pile of neutral-colored blankets and pillows, arranged just right, perfectly built to comfort and cradle, to welcome me inside.

A soft warmth unfurls in my chest.

I turn to them, my voice quieter now. “You did this for me? You built me a nest?”

Tadhg steps closer, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Of course we did. Everything is clean, but hotel issue. We weren’t expecting to find our omega this weekend, otherwise we would have booked an omega suite – which comes with a lot more space and perks. But once Lorcan scented you, he alerted the front desk and had extra supplies delivered. And snacks. We want you to be as comfortable as possible, Cloverheart.”

Lorcan tugs me toward the nest, his fingers tracing along my wrist. “We take care of our omega.”

And just like that, the last of my restraint crumbles.

I let myself be guided into the nest of blankets, my body light with desire, but also heavy with the weight of everything that’s been building.

As soon as I crawl into the nest, I’m hit by their scents. All of their scents.

Tadhg’s warm amber and smoky vanilla with crisp cedarwood accents blends perfectly with both Lorcan’s commanding leather, oak, and bourbon mix, and his twin’s striking fusion of coffee, black pepper, birchwood, and a hint of bitter-sweet chocolate. It shouldn’t work, but the softer notes of Tadhg’s scent beautifully balance the other two alphas’ more overpowering notes.

And then –then– I realise something else.

Cathal’s scent is here too.

It’s faint, but present. A thread of dark spice and smoky heat woven into the fabric of my nest, grounding it, anchoringme.

Something inside me eases, even as tears of gratitude threaten to fall.

We fit.

This was meant to be.

And knowing that the guys went to the trouble of including not only their own scents in here, but Cathal’s too, means the world to me. It’s touching. Everything they’ve done here makes a swell of emotions rise to a lump in my throat.

There’s a warmth here, in the way they’re touching me, in the way they’ve prepared this space for me, that feels like more than just a physical need. But it’s still hard for me to fully grasp, to truly understand. And my questions bubble up, demanding to be asked.

I hesitate, unsure if now is the right moment, but the need for answers presses against me, urging me forward.

“Lorcan…” My voice catches, but I force it steady. “What’s your connection to the twins? How did you guys become a pack?”

The room seems to hold its breath, the tension shifting. Lorcan’s jaw tightens, and Tadhg’s gaze drops to the floor for a beat, as if contemplating how much to reveal. They’re hiding something, I can feel it, and the question hangs in the air like a storm waiting to break.

After a long moment, Lorcan exhales slowly, meeting my eyes with something raw in his gaze. “It wasn’t always like this,” he starts, his voice steady but heavy. “Cathal didn’t just step up as pack leader because he wanted to. He did it to protect us.”

Tadhg nods, his eyes darkening as he adds, “Being bisexual Catholic alphas in Cork – even today – it’s not something people always readily accept. Our bond, the way we’re connected...it’s not exactly normal, not in their eyes. It raised more questions than answers. Especially when we didn’t find an omega.”

The words hit me like a punch. I try to process them, but it’s like trying to catch smoke with my bare hands.

Lorcan continues, his voice softer now, a layer of pain threading through it. “So, Cathal—he stepped in. He brought us over to England and made the pack. He made us a family. He gave us a reason to stay close without anyone asking too many questions. Twins, best friends – of course we’d pack together. He made sure no one would look twice.”

I stare at him, trying to make sense of it all. “So…you’ve been together all along, but no one knew you were so close? No one knew what you really meant to each other?”

Tadhg steps in, his voice rougher, more vulnerable. “It wasn’t just about hiding us. It was about survival, Devlin. Our narrow-minded corner of the world wasn’t ready for what we were. For what weare. But Cathal – he gave us a way to be together, without fear.”

A shiver runs through me. Their bond, their loyalty – it’s deeper than I thought. Far more complex than I could have ever understood. But there’s still something unsettled in me, a flutter of fear I can’t shake.

I bite my lip, unsure whether to voice the question that’s been haunting me. But I can’t hold it in any longer. “But…what if I can’t be what you need?” I ask, the words slipping out, trembling. “What if I come between you two? What if I ruin what you have?”

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