Page 12 of Knot Our Omega

“Vargas,” Wilder called out. Sometimes Penn would call me Var but Wilder never did. He said Vargas was too short a name to make it even shorter.

I got out of bed and tugged on a hoodie, along with a pair of sweatpants that were hanging on a chair. Once in the hallway, I faced my friend, who was also pulling on a sweatshirt. He was thicker than the rest of us, but his heart was made of gold. He would give anyone the shirt off his back if they said the word. “What is it?”

“They’re almost here. Penn texted me.”

“He texted while our omega was in the car with him? That’s dangerous. He’s being reckless.”

Wilder snorted. “What? He was probably at a stoplight. He would never endanger our mate.”

It was strange to talk about a mate when we’d never seen her. Wonder about the future when we had never heard her voice or smelled her scent.

Good thing I had full faith in our packmate.

Or was trying to.

“Oh. Yeah. Of course. When are they…”

Wilder and I both stopped breathing and raised our heads a little. Thecrunchof Penn’s truck tires on the gravel drive was undeniable.

He was back.

With our omega.

So I did what any mature alpha would do.

I shoved Wilder into my bedroom and made a run for it.

“Vargas. Godsdammt!”

He was on my heels in seconds, but we stopped short of the front door. “Okay. We have to calm down,” I told Wilder whose chest was heaving from the sprint.

“Are you talking to me or yourself?”

I shrugged. “Both.”

We made a show of taking a big breath and then opened the door. Penn was still driving up and soon parked in front of the cabin and turned off the lights. It was so black outside, even with my shifter sight, I couldn’t see much.

Penn got out and my heart stopped. “She’s asleep. Has been most of the drive.” I nodded and barreled down the stairs alongside Wilder, but Penn stopped us. “She’s scared and tired. She even cried in her sleep. It was heartbreaking.”

“I’m not gonna eat her,” I barked. “You don’t need to protect her from me.”

“Or me,” Wilder echoed.

“I know that, but she doesn’t. She doesn’t know us. Only our reputations. We have to take things slow.”

Wilder put his hand on my arm. “Let’s go and sit on the porch. We’ll let Penn wake her up since she knows him. The last thing we want to do is bombard her.”

He was right but damn it all, I wanted to see her. My wolf was outright feral inside me. He knew she was ours. No name. No scent. No face-to-face meeting.

“Fine.”

Penn nodded and went to the passenger door while Wilder and I sat on the steps. I sat on my hands, knowing otherwise, I would wring them with anticipation.

My heart was ready to burst from my sternum.

I heard a sweet ting of a voice and Penn pulled the blanket from her. “I can carry you,” he offered.

“It’s okay. I can walk. But thank you.”

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