Page 11 of Knot Our Omega

Once inside, he paused. Oh, Goddess, was he rethinking this? Rethinking me? Already?

“What?” I asked. A knot built in my chest.

“Your seat belt. Won’t move until you have it on.”

“Oh.” I scrambled to fasten it with shaking hands.

“Here. Let me.” He was careful not to touch me while he brought it over my chest and secured it. “There. It’s a long drive. You must be tired. I brought a few blankets and a pillow if you’d like to rest.”

“Thank you.”

When we passed through the gates, the tears fell. Penn looked over, and I straightened and swiped them away with my wrists.

“Cry if you want to, female. I would be in pain as well.”

I took him at his word and wept for at least an hour before passing out on the pillow he offered me. When I woke up, I was covered with a blanket and the cab was warm. The clock told me we were halfway through the trip.

Penn had pulled over at a gas station.

“I need to fill up. But first, let’s get you something to eat.”

“I…don’t want to be any trouble.”

He pursed his lips. They were full and supple-looking. I wondered if he would bother to kiss me with them before he and his pack ravaged me. “Feeding you when you’re hungry is no trouble. Come on. Show me what you like. Anything you want.”

We went into the dimly lit gas station. The attendant greeted us, and Penn kept a hand on my lower back while we walked. “I’m sorry I can’t get you anything better. It’s late at night, and this is the only thing open. They have sandwiches and chips.”

I grabbed one of the chicken-salad sandwiches from the cooler and a small bag of chips and shrugged at him.

“Really? That’s not enough for an ant, Rumor.” My name on his lips warmed my chest. I’d been cold for so long. He proceeded to gather a pile of sandwiches, chips, snacks, and goodies and put them all on the counter. He smiled. Smug male.

When the attendant told us the total, I nearly fainted. “It’s too much, but thank you.”

“The boys would kill me if I brought you back starving.”

“Would…would you tell me about your pack members?”

“Let me fill up the truck and then yes, absolutely.” Penn filled up the truck and got in. “Why aren’t you eating?”

“Oh. I was waiting for you.”

He nodded. “No need for that. Dig in.” We ate in record time, and I found myself yawning before I could get any more information about the pack I was destined to join. Or bought into.

As I fell asleep, I faintly noticed Penn brushing a strand of hair from my brow.

Chapter Eight

Vargas

No sleep was to be had until I saw Penn and our omega with my own eyes. We’d gotten a call from our packmate about an hour into their trip home. The deal was struck. The payment made.

Our omega secured.

We were betting everything on Penn’s instincts. Everything. Our lives. Her life. Half of our life savings.

I didn’t envy him the task, but now that he was in the truck with our female, the envy threatened to bubble over. He could see her. Scent her. Get to know her.

The person he carried home would not only be our omega, she would be our world, our mate, our partner, maybe the future mother of our children, though the last part was completely up to her.

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