Page 18 of Knot Your Baby

I go to take a drink of my bourbon, but my hand freezes mid-lift.

Strawberry is one of my pack’s scents, but we’ve smelled the berry on plenty of omegas in the past.

“Just a hint of strawberry? Anything else?” I’d normally walk away from him right now, but the way he is looking at me roots my feet to the spot.

Miller runs his hands through his hair, frustration etched across his face. “Although her perfume was masked with a scent blocker, there was more. There was something about not only her smell…but her. But—”

Miller doesn’t normally have his head turned by patients, but I still have to interrupt him. “But she’s pregnant and must have alphas who asked her to go on scent blockers or modifiers to protect her.”

“I told her she had to get rid of them.” His voice drips with exasperation.

“Why? She already has alphas—a pack.”

He hesitates, chewing on his words. “Not sure if she was lying to me. Her face went a beautiful shade of pink when she claimed she had alphas and that they were away on business.” He smiles to himself. “Ah, that face. She was gorgeous, even more so with the flushed cheeks and her copper hair.”

Copper hair? I raise an eyebrow.

“Was she pretty?” I ask.

He shrugs. “Not your version of pretty. She wasn’t a blonde catwalk model with skinny arms and legs; she was curvy.”

Curvy? “She was pregnant.”

Miller rolls his eyes at me, annoyance clear. “It wasn’t just the pregnancy. I agree her tits were massive, but she had a softness about her.”

“I like curves.”

“Only fucking tits,” he grumbles. “You normally like smaller girls.”

I chuckle, shaking my head.

“Talking about tits and asses,” I say, smirking at him. “As we’re not going to Club Midnight? Do you wanna hit a bar? I need to chill and get rid of this stress I’m feeling.”

Miller laughs, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “And you want Zane to join you at the company?”

All talk of the pregnant omega disappears.

“Yeah? What’s wrong with that? The boardroom won’t kill him.”

“Stress can kill.” He shakes his head. “Anyway, that fireman’s life calls to him.”

“That fireman's life nearly got him killed.” The thought sends a jolt through me—what if something happened again?

Miller meets my gaze, seriousness returning to his features. “You know he wouldn’t be happy in the company.”

I exhale sharply, tension tightening in my chest. “Doesn’t mean he shouldn’t try it.”

He looks out at the horizon as if searching for answers in the waves crashing against the shore.

“Listen,” Miller says finally, “he’ll figure it out when he’s ready.”

The weight of those words lingers between us. What if I don’t have the time to change my brother’s mind?

Miller knows how I feel. How I willed Zane to wake the hell up when he was in a coma. And yet Miller still thinks it’s okay that my brother is out there chasing danger after everything that happened to him.

I take a sip of my bourbon and stare ahead. “I was slightly tempted by Maya today. I just need–”

“She’s not ours,” he replies. “Forget her.”

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