Page 60 of Knot Your Baby

“Most omegas probably can’t see past the good looks, your designer suits, and fancy car.” I grin. “I’m more impressed by kindness.”

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Like my brother?”

“Exactly like your brother. And Miller.” I wink. “You could learn a thing or two from them.”

“You’re impossible.” But there’s no heat in his words, and that smile is still playing on his lips.

“Part of my charm. You should try it sometime. I prefer being impossible. At least I don’t walk around with a stick up my ass.”

“A stick up my ass?” Thorne’s eyebrows shoot up, but a ghost of a smile plays on his lips.

“Well, if the Armani suits fit...” I shrug, adjusting Stone as he finishes feeding.

“I wear Tom Ford, actually.”

“Oh, my mistake. That makes all the difference.” I roll my eyes. “Does the designer label help with the removal of the stick process?”

He actually laughs at that. The sound is rich and unexpected. “You’re quite something, aren’t you?”

“So, I’ve been told. Usually right before someone runs away screaming.”

“And you’re surprisingly insecure for such a sassy omega.”

I smile. “I’ve been told that too.”

Stone fusses, done with his meal. As I shift to burp him, Thorne leans forward.

“May I?” He holds out his hands.

I blink, tucking my boob back into my top. “You want to hold him?”

“Don’t get up. I’ll take him.” His voice is softer than I’ve ever heard it before. Normally he sounds exactly as he is, a grumpy fucking alpha.

After he takes Stone, I push my legs under my ass and settle back into the chair, watching as Thorne cradles Stone with surprising care. His large hands support my son’s tiny body with meticulous precision.

“Strange,” he murmurs, studying Stone’s face. “He looks just like the photos I have of Zane when he was a baby. I’ll show you them sometime.”

My heart skips a beat. “Oh?” I force a laugh. “Well, all babies look alike, don’t they? My sister and I were identical as infants. Now she’s this gorgeous blonde goddess, and I’m... well, the plain one.”

“You’re not plain.” The words come quickly, almost defensively.

“Right. That’s why you always bolted when you saw me at Club Midnight.” I can’t keep the bitterness from my voice. “Obviously not up to your standards.”

Thorne’s jaw tightens. “It wasn’t you. Not at first. You just got too…persistent.”

“What do you mean?”

The front door clicks open, and Miller strolls into the living room. He freezes, his eyes darting between Thorne, holding Stone and me curled up in the armchair.

“Well, this is...unexpected.” Miller loosens his tie. “I need a glass of red. Either of you want one?”

I shake my head, and Thorne declines with a grunt, still cradling Stone.

“There’s something you should know,” Thorne says, his voice dropping low. “Years ago, at Club Midnight, I caught a scent. She was my scent match. It wasn’t the first time I smelled her.” His eyes cloud over and my heart thuds as he remembers his memory. “My alpha was clawing to get out, desperate to find her, and I did—briefly. But then I got the call about my father having an accident. I had to leave, even though everything in me screamed for me to stay.”

My chest tightens as he continues.

“I went back countless times, searching. For a year, nothing. It nearly broke me. I was so close to finding her. So close to finding my omega.”

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