Page 6 of Knot that Simple

I hated that.

My whole life, I never got to be someone's first choice, and it killed me that even now, when I was about to marry three Irishmen, it was all because they could smell my crazy omega pheromones or something.

It made me want to impress Lorcan even more. If I could earn their affection, it wouldn't feel fake. I wouldn't be just a nice smelling omega. I'd betheirs.

We got into the car, me in front with Lorcan driving and Oisin and Tadgh in the back with Alice. The car was big enough, and she looked comfortable, so I breathed out trying to give myself grace.

As I put my seatbelt on, the male scent hit me all at once, and I shook as goosebumps spread over my skin. I felt warm and watched, and my suspicions were confirmed when I turned to Lorcan and caught him watching me with his impossible blue eyes.

“Everything okay?” I whispered.

He parted his lips, and my dumb heart sped up waiting for his first words to me. Instead, he grunted and started the car.

Ireland was pretty,in its own gloomy and rainy way. When the gray skies parted, giving space to a shy sunny day, we pressed out of Dublin, and I appreciated the luscious green grass everywhere.

Alice and Tadgh got into a game. He’d point to something, and she’d say the word in Portuguese, and he would try to repeat it. He wasn’t very good. She, on the other hand, was a natural.

Smart baby.

“I thought you were both living in Bolivia?” Oisin asked from the back seat. “Don’t they speak Spanish?”

I nodded and glanced at him over my shoulder. “But I’m Brazilian. I was raised right at the border but the Brazilian side. When I moved to the village, people were as accommodating as they could. We learned a lot of Spanish too.”

“Smart girl,” Oisin said with a pride I didn’t expect to hear in his voice. “And now she’s learning English.”

We both looked back at Alice, and she giggled.

“She might do well with Irish.”

“Irish?” I asked, alarmed, turning to look at Oisin.

He winced, bringing his hand up to his neck. He looked at Lorcan through the mirror, but once again, the man decided not to say a word.

“We speak Irish sometimes.”

“Don’t lie to her.” The words came out too harsh, too deep. I felt them shaking the structure of my very being.

Don’t lie to her.

Yes, I’d appreciate not to be lied to, but I was so surprised by Lorcan speaking, I almost forgot what we were talking about until Oisin cleared his throat.

“The official language in Ireland is English, and unfortunately, most of the population can’t put a sentence together in Irish, the indigenous language of this island.”

“Some small villages still speak Irish though. Ours included,” Lorcan said without looking at me. “It won't be a problem. Everyone can speak English to you and Alice, but you should know that in our village, Irish is the official language.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, not sure how to take that. English was already hard enough. Another language?

My head was spinning, but Lorcan was talking again, and when he did, my whole body paid attention. His voice was liquid gold, hot, precious, and with a strong accent that I felt right between my legs.

“You don’t need to worry,” he said. “You’ll learn fast.”

I glanced at him, and his eyes were on me for just a second, but I couldn’t handle more than that. He was so intense, his gaze held so much weight, my heart skipped a beat. His eyes were back on the road, but I still felt an unnatural heat curling down my stomach.

Was it already starting? Teresa made sure I knew what was waiting for me. She told me that just being in the presence of my alphas could kickstart my heat, but for some reason, I assumed it wouldn't happen to me. Maybe I was broken. Maybe I wasn't an omega.

After all, she claimed my mom was one, and yet she was the coldest person I knew.

I sighed and looked through the window, trying to erase my mother out of my mind.

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