Page 55 of Knot Your Baby

“No pack?” I decide to prolong her agony a little longer.

“That was a little lie.”

“You don’t say.” I laugh, holding up a hand to stop her. “I’m not here because of the lie you told me. Am I, Zane?”

“Zane?” Freya whispers, turning to him with wide eyes. “Do you know Dr. Astor?”

“This is my pack mate, Miller,” Zane says, taking her hand in his.

Freya stares at me, shock written across her delicate features. “Dr. Astor is your pack mate?”

I step forward, taking her other hand in mine. Up close, I can’t help but notice the way her eyes sparkle, the flush of her cheeks. “Miller,” I murmur, savoring the feel of her skin against mine.

“I asked Freya to live with us until her elevator is fixed,” Zane tells me, watching as her expression shifts from surprise to uncertainty. “And she agreed.”

Perfect!

“I can’t do that,” she protests.

“You can,” I assure her. “I’ve already spoken to Thorne.”

“Thorne?” Freya’s gaze darts between Zane and me. “I’m going to live with a pack?”

“Your pack,” Zane whispers, his hand sliding down to intertwine their fingers.

I smile, already imagining the way her presence will transform our home. “What do we need to take with us?”

“Your home is lovely.” Her gaze travels over the beach and to the ocean.

“It’s a nice place to live.” I take Stone from Freya’s arms, inhaling deeply as his sweet baby scent mixes with hers. The combination is intoxicating, and I have to fight the urge to slam my mouth on hers.

“I bet.”

“Is this weird? Me and you living here?”

“Not at all. You’re not my patient, Freya.”

She nods. “And it’s not like I’m—”

“My pack will look after you both now,” I interrupt whatever she wants to say as I cradle her son close to my chest.

I lean into her head and smell her hair.

Freya’s eyes widen, her lips parting in surprise. “You weren’t very discreet with your sniffing, you know.”

I chuckle, unable to keep the amusement from my voice. “I thought I smelled strawberries on you that day you came into my surgery. I told Thorne about you.”

“You did?” Surprise coats her words. “I’m back taking inhibitors. So that is surprising.”

“Why? I asked you to stop taking them.”

“I did, but the world is a scary place for omegas.”

I nod my head as my gaze drifts to Zane, who’s watching our exchange with a smile. “And yet, despite that, I can smell the lime, too.”

“You can?” She smiles. “I have three scents, but nobody but Zane has ever smelled all three. The last one only comes out when I am stressed or in heat.” She laughs. “Or in labor.”

My cock stirs at the thought of her being in heat or her having our babies. “I’m looking forward to it.”

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