Page 56 of Knot Your Baby

She swallows, her lower lip trembling as she whispers, “You are?”

“But I’m sure if you come off the inhibitors, you’ll find out if this is your scent matched pack.”

“You think that might be the case?” Her voice wavers with disbelief. She inhales deeply. “I can’t believe this is happening to me.” She glances between Zane and me. Hope shines in her pale green gaze. “Can I call Harlow and tell her that two alphas like my perfume?”

I laugh, reaching out to tuck a stray strand behind her ear. “We’re not that kind of pack, Freya. You’ll have your freedom to do as you please—almost.” My hand skims down her arm, electricity crackling in its wake. “We might get a little bossy with you occasionally, especially Thorne, but most of the time, we’re pretty chill, aren’t we, Zane?”

Zane nods, his expression softening as he watches Freya with me. “Absolutely. You’ll get used to us in no time.” He pulls her close to him. “You’re already used to me.”

I love that Zane is lighter…happier with her around.

Freya glances at Zane, then back to me, uncertainty flickering across her face. “Can I...can I sleep in Zane’s room until I get used to you and Thorne? I mean, I like you, but it’s still weird, isn’t it?”

I chuckle, shifting her baby in my arms. “Fine, Freya. We’ve waited this long for our omega. I’m sure we can give you a little time before we turn into beasts.”

Her eyes widen, and she squeaks, rushing away from the balcony, holding her phone in the air. Zane’s gaze never leaves her.

A smile tugs at my lips as we watch her hover nervously by the door as she talks to her friend, her eyes darting around as if she’s afraid to touch anything. “It’s happening Zane, but you have to convince her to stop taking the inhibitors. You know Thorne has a problem with omegas who disguise their perfume.”

I shift Stone in my arms, cradling the sleeping baby close, as I turn and head back into the house.

Freya covers the handset as I pass by. “Are you sure Thorne will be okay with me staying? He sounds—”

“He’s on his way,” I interrupt, giving her a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Freya, tell your friend the address if it makes her feel better about you being here. And don’t worry about Thorne. He can be a bit...intense, but he’ll come around.”

She nods, chewing on her bottom lip. “I don’t want to cause any trouble. Maybe I should just—”

“No.” I reach out to squeeze her hand. “You’re staying. This is your home now, too.”

Freya’s eyes widen, and she glances down at our joined hands. She isn’t as nervous as most omegas, but obviously the chat she is having with her friend is bringing that side of her nature to the fore. “But what if he doesn’t want me here?”

Zane’s gaze sweeps over Freya. His lips curl at her fear. “I’ll deal with Thorne.”

“No. I’ll call him now.” I kiss the palm of Freya’s hand before I stride to the office, already calling his number. He should have been home thirty minutes ago.

“Yes,” he replies, not waiting for the phone to ring out.

“Freya and Stone are here. Where are you?”

“She’s the one from Club Midnight.” Thorne growls. “The annoying one who used to follow me around.”

“She’s not annoying.” But I’m getting annoyed with him. “Did you smell her?”

“Smell her? You’ve been to Club Midnight. There are that many scents mingling with sex and sweat. Who knows what anyone really smells of?”

I sigh. “And there lies your problem. You were duped once, and you can’t accept it.”

He remains silent for a moment.

“Where are you?” I ask, noticing the car is muted, too.

“Outside. Sitting in the car.”

“Get the fuck in here.”

“She’s not my omega, Miller. I don’t want her here.”

“Well, tough shit,” I retort. “She’s staying. Zane thinks she is a full scent match, and I like the perfume I can smell on her.”

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