Page 173 of Knot Unwanted: Part One

We sit in silence for a while, the tension between us broken only by the sounds from upstairs. Every moan, every gasp, every wet, slick sound of Finn driving into her is like a blade slicing through me.

“We need to bring her to the doctor,” Jax says suddenly, his voice cutting through the haze.

I look at him, frowning. “It’s too risky.”

“Then we’ll have Dr. Greene come here,” he snaps. “This isn’t normal for a pre-heat, Stone. She can’t stay like this. I can’t think. It’s…it’s too much.”

He’s right. The pre-heat is stronger than anything we’ve dealt with before, and it’s affecting all of us. Hailey needs help—more than Finn can give her. And she’s not ready for us yet. The last thing we want to do is break her.

“I’ll make the call,” I say, pushing myself to my feet. My body protests the movement, every muscle tight with tension, but I ignore it.

Jax nods, his jaw tight. “Good.”

The sound of Hailey crying out Finn’s name echoes through the house, and we both freeze, the air between us crackling with unspoken need.

I nod at Jax and step away, heading toward the small desk tucked in the corner of the room. Hailey’s cry still rings in my ears, sharp and pleading, and it takes every ounce of control I have not to react. She’s upstairs, safe with Finn. That’s what I need to focus on. Not the ache in my chest, not the way her scent wraps aroundme like a chain, and definitely not the way my cock is throbbing, begging for relief.

I grab my phone, my hands trembling slightly as I scroll to the contact for Dr. Greene. She’s the only doctor we trust—the only one discreet enough to keep her mouth shut and professional enough not to press for details we can’t give her.

The phone rings once, twice, and then her voice comes through, calm and professional, even at this hour.

“Stone?” she says, her tone as steady as ever.

“We need you,” I say, skipping any pleasantries. “Our omega is in pre-heat, and it’s…stronger than we’ve dealt with before.”

There’s a pause on the other end, just long enough for me to hear Jax mutter another curse under his breath as he checks the locks on the front door.

“How far along is he?”

There it is. The ultimate question.

I swallow hard, my grip on the phone tightening. “That’s…hard to say.”

A weighted silence stretches between us, and I can practically hear her mind working on the other end of the line.

“Has his pre-heat progressed?” she asks, her voice calm but probing.

I hesitate, choosing my words carefully. “It hit faster than we expected,” I admit, skirting the truth without outright lying. “It’s…intense.”

Dr. Greene hums thoughtfully, the sound clinical and efficient. “And his vitals? Has there been a spike in his temperature? Any distress?”

“She’s—” I catch myself, my teeth clenching so hard my jaw aches. “He’s struggling,” I correct quickly.

“Struggling how?” she presses, her tone sharpening with concern.

“A lot of physical discomfort. Restless. Like his body’s fighting it.” That much, at least, is true. My free hand curls into a fist at my side as I force my voice to stay neutral.

There’s a sound of rustling on the other line.

“I won’t be able to make it until in a few hours’ time,” she says after a moment. “Think you can take care of him till then? I’ll try to get to your place in the morning.”

I glance at Jax, who’s now moving toward the kitchen, his shoulders still tense. He catches my eye and raises an eyebrow, waiting for an update.

“First thing,” I repeat to her. “We’ll be ready.”

“Make sure he stays hydrated. Give him your knot if he wishes for it…though he might not be producing enough slick for that yet,” Dr. Greene continues. “You know how dangerous it can be if things escalate too quickly.”

I could almost laugh. Not producing enough slick? Our luscious omega soaked through her and my sweatpants. I’d say she’s producing enough. But this is no time for jokes—and Dr. Greene has no idea I’m talking about Hailey and not Finn.

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