Page 57 of Knot Your Baby

“Is she on scent blockers?” he asks.

“Inhibitors. Zane told me when she wasn’t taking anything, her full scent was ours. And Zane likes her, and I do too. So, you’re going to be civil when you get here. She’s been through enough without you acting like an asshole.”

“I’m here.” The sound of the front door opening has me rushing towards the sound.

Thorne strides in, his face thunderous when he sees me holding the baby.

“You made it!” I exclaim. “I was worried you might disappear to a hotel for the night.”

He pulls his shoulders back, lifting his chin in defiance. “Where is she?”

I nod to where Freya is still talking to her friend. “In there. Be nice.”

Thorne opens his mouth to argue, then his eyes narrow, nostrils flaring.

I give him a pointed look. “She’s staying.”

Freya turns to him and flinches, her fingers tightening around her phone. “I..I need to go, Harlow.”

She disconnects and rushes to me, taking Stone from my hands. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you. I just remembered I need to go home because—”

She can obviously feel the tension from Thorne, and her omega is ready to run.

“No,” I snap, stepping between her and Thorne. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Thorne stays quiet as Zane goes to her side, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “It’s okay. This is Thorne, my brother. Thorne—Freya.”

“Your brother,” she repeats.

I nod, my gaze sliding back to Thorne. “Are you going to say something?”

Thorne’s jaw tightens as his eyes fix on Freya and Zane. “We already know each other.”

She swallows. “I wouldn’t say we know each other.”

“What’s going on,” Zane asks.

I watch the tension crackle between them, my amusement growing as Thorne’s face darkens.

“She used to stalk me at Club Midnight,” he spits out, pacing the living room like a caged animal.

Freya barks out a laugh, bouncing Stone gently in her arms. “Stalk you? Please. I’d rather follow a grizzly bear around. At least it would have better manners.”

I can’t help but chuckle, earning a death glare from Thorne.

“You followed me around,” he growls, spinning to face her.

“Only when I was desperate.” Freya rolls her eyes. “What was it—twice? And trust me, I must have been completely wasted both times to think you were worth talking to.”

Thorne’s growl deepens, reverberating through the room.

“And that’s not sexy,” Freya says, wrinkling her nose. “You sound like a broken vacuum cleaner.”

“Then why are you pressing your thighs together?” Thorne stalks closer.

“Because I need to pee.” Freya shifts Stone to her other hip. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I should head home. I’d hate to be tempted to slip arsenic inside your morning muffin.”

Thorne’s eyes lock on Stone, his expression softening. “You’re staying.”

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