Page 54 of Knot Your Baby

“Yes, perfect. Look how she’s transformed Zane already. When’s the last time he took a sick day? Or smiled like that?” I should take a photo, but Thorne is too jaded to see what I do.

I grip the phone tighter as Zane pulls Freya to a stop on the sidewalk just up from my car. His fingers thread through her hair, tilting her face up to meet his gaze and then their lips touch. Something in my chest tightens.

“What’s happening now?” Thorne demands.

“He’s kissing her.”

“In public?”

“Like he can’t help himself.” I shift in my seat. “She’s got her hands on his chest, and damn if she isn’t glowing.”

“Tell me about her. Everything.”

“She owns—Well she used to own a bakery downtown. It burned down around ten days ago. That’s how they met.”

“Okay.”

“And when I met her, I thought she was smart, funny. The kind of omega who lights up a room.” I pause as Freya breaks the kiss with a laugh, playfully pushing at Zane’s chest. “And she doesn’t give a damn about his scars.”

“Where exactly are you right now?”

“Outside her apartment.”

“What the fuck, Miller? You’re stalking her too?”

“Making sure she’s safe. This building’s a dump. The elevator’s been broken for weeks.”

“Give me the address. Now.”

“Why?”

“I need to run a background check. Make sure she’s not after our money.”

“She’s not.” The certainty in my voice surprises even me.

“How can you be so sure? Maya already duped me.”

I watch as Zane wraps his arm around her waist, guiding her toward my car. “Because her parents are fucking rich as sin and she lives here.”

“Oh. Okay. So, what now?” Thorne’s voice sharpens.

“Let me deal with it.” My fingers tighten on the steering wheel. “Look, I need to go. They’re heading this way.”

“Miller—”

“Yeah?”

“You want her too,” Thorne says flatly.

“She’s ours, Thorne. You’ll feel it when you finally meet her.” I hang up before he can protest. My eyes locked on our omega. Because that’s what she is, ours. Even if she and Thorne don’t know it yet.

I get out of the car, eyes locked on Freya. She looks petrified, and I know why.

“Hello, Dr. Astor,” she says, voice trembling.

“Freya,” Zane interrupts, placing a hand on the small of her back.

But Freya continues, panic lacing her words. “I’m so sorry. You never got to meet my alpha, Zane.”

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