Page 61 of Knot Your Baby

My heart slips lower in my chest. All this time, I thought he was mine, and here he is mourning a lost omega just as I’ve mourned him.

“What did she look like?” I manage to ask.

“Blonde.”

I force a laugh. “Obviously.”

“It wasn’t her hair color though,” he says, his voice distant. “It was her scent. It was her. We both wore masks that night, but I knew.”

Miller settles next to me, pressing a gentle kiss to my cheek.

“Rough day at work?” I ask him.

“It was.”

I grab his hand, holding it tight while Thorne watches us as Stone sleeps peacefully against his chest.

“What are you two discussing?” Miller asks, sipping his wine.

“Thorne’s telling me about his lost omega, and why he doesn’t like me.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t like you,” Thorne corrects. “I said you were too persistent in the club. You followed me around like a lost puppy.”

“Because I liked your scent.”

“I’ve been using scent blockers for years,” Thorne says flatly. “I can’t smell you and you can’t smell me.”

“He gave up on finding her.” Miller sighs heavily. “And that’s why he thinks you’re a liar.”

Chapter 17

Freya

The bed dips andI realize I’ve been staring at the window since I came back to the room, as Thorne’s words go over and over in my head.

I turn to see Zane. He looks so tired. “Thank God. I was so—”

“I’m okay.” His fingers touch my face and he leans down and presses a kiss on my lips before he tilts my chin up to meet his gaze. The smell of fire and ash mixes with his pheromones. “But I need you, Freya. Tell me you need me too.”

“I need you. I...I’ve needed you since the day I met you.” The moment is intense as we hold eye contact. My gaze only lowers to watch as he licks the taste of me off his bottom lip.

He’s so sexy. My breath sticks in my throat.

I want him so much it hurts me inside. “I want you to fuck me senseless before you knot me. You can even bite me. Own me. I want it all with you.”

“Senseless?” He laughs. “I can do that, but first let me have a shower.”

When I hear the water splash against the tiles, I stride across the thick carpet with my thoughts tumbling through my mind. Thorne’s given up searching for his omega. The scent blockers he wears prove that. But something nags at me, an itch I can’t scratch.

That night at Club Midnight...he’d said something about my scent. Through the haze of my heat, I remember his nose against my neck, his deep inhale. Yet now he can’t smell me at all?

The shower runs in the background as I leave the bedroom and go to find Thorne.

I spot him on the balcony, a dark silhouette against the rising sun. The navy of the ocean stretches endlessly before him.

“How long have you been on blockers?” My voice carries on the breeze.

He doesn’t turn. “Long enough.”

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