Page 128 of Knot Like Other Girls

Bella shakes her head. "No. The suppressants I've been on since presentation never allowed that instinct to fully develop."

"Then we'll need to get appropriate materials," I reply. "The last time we were here, the nearby town had a specialized shop catering to omega needs. I'm sure it's still there."

Liam leans forward, massive forearms resting on the table. "Is a trip to town wise? We could place an order, couldn't we? Security concerns aside, we've only just arrived."

"It's necessary," I counter smoothly. "A proper nest is crucial for heat comfort and neurological regulation. While we can provide some basics from our existing supplies, specialized items will significantly improve her experience."

Roman's expression remains neutral, but I can tell he's weighing options and assessing risks.

"The shop is called Soft Spot," Troy says. When we all turn to look at him, he shrugs those broad shoulders. "What? I pay attention to this shit. You know. Just in case."

"Of course you do," Liam says with a snort.

"It's thorough," Troy continues, undeterred. "Everything from scent-absorbent fabrics to temperature-regulating cushions. They even have special omega chocolates that help with hormone regulation."

Bella's eyes widen slightly at this information. "That sounds... amazing, actually."

"It's settled then," I decide, noting the way Roman's posture shifts minimally toward agreement. "We'll take Bella to get proper nesting materials tomorrow morning."

"We should split up," Roman suggests, already shifting into planning mode. "Two should stay here to secure the perimeter while three escort Bella into town."

I'm already shaking my head before he finishes speaking, a reaction mirrored by every other alpha at the table. The idea of any of us missing this critical preparation—this ritual that will bond our omega more closely to our pack—is simply unacceptable.

"All of us," Cole states flatly, voicing our collective thoughts even though I'm surprised he's willing to go into town. Then again, for our omega, I suppose all things are possible.

Roman's eyebrows rise fractionally. "All?"

"All," Liam confirms. "Not negotiable, Roman."

Our leader surveys the table, taking in the unanimous front we present. After a moment, he inclines his head in acknowledgment.

"Fine," Roman says at length. "But we'll keep an eye on the cameras the entire time."

"On it," I say, more than happy to take on the responsibility.

Bella watches the exchange with fascination, her green eyes moving from one alpha to another. "Is it always like this?" she asks, a slight curve to her lips.

"Like what, little dove?" I inquire.

"So... coordinated. Like you're all parts of the same organism."

"Years of operational synchronicity create certain efficiencies," I explain. "Though I admit it's unusual for us to all be on the same page."

"It's the heat," Troy says bluntly, reaching for his wine. "We're all feeling it. The need to participate in every aspect of your care."

Bella flushes slightly, though she doesn't seem displeased by Troy's directness. "I don't really know what I'm doing, but it feels right to have you all involved."

The trust implicit in her request touches something deeper than mere alpha pride. "Then we'll assist however you need us," I assure her with a dip of my head. "By tomorrow evening, the effects of the suppressants—and being knotted by Cole—will have worn off. You may need two of us, depending on your comfort level."

"Of course, all would be better," Troy says, grinning.

Bella nods, her cheeks still tinged pink. "And during the heat itself? How does that work with... with five of you?"

I consider how best to frame the answer, but Troy beats me to it.

"Rotation," he says simply. "Based on your needs and preferences. Some omegas want different alphas for different heat phases. Others prefer to cycle through the entire pack regularly. Some just do whatever the fuck they want."

"It's entirely instinct-driven," I elaborate. "Your omega will recognize what you need at each moment. Our responsibility is to remain attuned to those cues and respond appropriately—without fighting." My lips curve at one corner. "One of the benefits of having a scent-matched pack is that we're not quite as territorial as other alphas would be."

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