Page 32 of Knot Your Baby

“I wish I was your omega.”

His arms tighten around me, but sleep pulls me under before I can hear his response.

Chapter 9

Thorne

I pace the floorof our house, my phone clutched in my hand as I check the time. “Where the hell is he?”

Miller lounges on the couch, his dark blond hair messy and tension stiffens his shoulders. “He’ll be fine, Thorne. He always is.”

Finally, the door clicks open and Zane strolls in like he hadn’t been missing in action for nearly a day. My blood boils.

“Where were you?” I stalk toward him, jabbing my finger into his chest. “Two firemen died in that hotel blaze. Two! And you couldn’t answer your damn phone?”

“Back off.” He swats my hand away.

“No, I won’t back off. You can’t keep doing this to us. I’m going to have a heart attack worrying about you.”

“Then don’t worry.”

I sigh. “Join the company. Please.”

“That’s your dream, not mine.”

“I don’t dream, for fuck’s sake, Zane. I hope and pray every day that you come home.”

His jaw clenches. “Stop being so selfish.”

“Selfish? I’m trying to keep you alive!”

Miller steps between us. “Hey, both of you need to cool it. You are brothers. You love each other - that’s why you fight like this.”

“Stay out of it,” we snap in unison.

“Zane,” Miller continues anyway, “you need to consider how your choices affect others.”

I run my hands through my hair. “I can’t lose you, little brother. Not like mom and dad.”

“I wasn’t firefighting. While you two were getting your rocks off at Club Midnight, I was helpingmy omegagive birth.”

The room goes dead silent.

“Your what?” Miller’s mouth hangs open.

“My omega. I found her.” A smile breaks across Zane’s face. “She’s perfect. And she just had a baby.”

I grip the back of the couch for support. “You found your scent match?”

“Our scent match. Strawberries, lime, and tequila.” He nods. “Just like ours.”

Miller and I exchange shocked looks. We’ve all carried the same scent since presenting. It’s what drew us together. And now Zane claims he’s found an omega who matches?

“She’s real,” Zane insists. “And she needs me.”

“What do you mean‘your omega’?” I pace the room, my alpha instincts flaring. “She must have a pack, an alpha.”

“She doesn’t.” Zane’s eyes shine with something I haven’t seen since before his accident. “She went to an omega wellness center during her heat. That’s where she got pregnant.”

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