Page 33 of Knot Ruined

Jogging up to the nest, I don’t even hesitate before kicking off my shoes and diving straight into my nest-building mission.

Jace moves immediately, pulling out the sheer green curtains, hanging them from the ceiling, and draping them over the bed in soft, elegant waves. He works silently, his body moving with that deadly efficiency he’s mastered. But I don’t miss how his eyes flick to me whenever I stretch too far or arch too much.

Kingston follows behind him, weaving twinkling fairy lights through the fabric and across the ceiling, his movements precise and deliberate. “You’re going to get tangled in these, you know,” he murmurs, watching me out of the corner of his eye.

I grin, tilting my head. “Then I guess you’ll have to untangle me, won’t you?”

Something flickers in his expression—something dark, unreadable. But then he smirks and plucks one of my blankets out of my hands, just to be difficult.

Voss is right beside me, handing me pillow after pillow, his fingers brushing against mine just a little longer than necessary.

“Soft enough?” he asks, voice low, teasing.

I fluff a pillow aggressively, making a dramatic show of sinking my fingers into it. “Perfect. Unlike your attitude.”

Voss smirks, and I see a flash of teeth, sharp and wolfish.

Romano, meanwhile, is having the time of his life, arranging my Squishmallows on the dresser like they’re precious artifacts.

I pause, tilting my head. “You know, maybe they shouldn’t be facing the bed.”

Romano glances over, brow raised. “And why is that?”

I sigh, tragic and dramatic. “They might get traumatized.”

Jace snorts, Kingston shakes his head, and Voss lets out a deep, amused rumble that makes my thighs press together involuntarily.

Romano, however, full-on cackles, grabbing my giant mushroom plush, Mush, and turning it so it faces the wall.

“There,” he declares between laughs. “Now Mush doesn’t have to witness whatever unholy things happen in this room.”

I snort, finishing moving the blankets and pillows into the perfect shape. I sit back, studying my creation. I like it. I hum in appreciation.

Kingston steps forward, “Finished?” he asks, looming over me, his green eyes dark with heat. I tilt my head back to look up at him slightly upside down. He twists his hand in my hair, which hangs like a blue curtain. I make a tiny noise in the back of my throat. “I like it. You are such a good omega.” his voice is soft with an underlying sharp edge. He gently kisses my throat before he lets me go. I can’t help but preen at his words.

“We have to head out to work. Would you like us to join you here if it is too late?”

I nod, smiling as Voss kisses me roughly, Jace kisses my forehead, and Romano gives me tiny kisses all over my face like he did at the wedding. I watch them as they leave calling out, “Have a good night at work!”

Chapter Eight

Voss

March 16th

12:12 A.M

I slowly wipe blood from my hands as I study the piece of shit hanging before me. I haven’t done anything to him yet other than a few cuts from Jace getting him here. He’s a lanky pale man with a shit ton of freckles and bright orange hair. He kind of reminds me of an off-brand version of that comedian Carrot Top. “Are you sure you have no information?” Kingston’s voice booms through the warehouse. He’s sitting in a chair, ankle propped on his knee. Fingertips pressed together. I want to laugh. He knows what he’s doing. The Godfather act actually works sometimes.

I’ll give it to him. He’s a lot braver than the last guy. He stares me straight in the eye. His lip split in the middle of his bottom lip. He doesn't even seem to care. He is hanging naked in the middle of the room. He gave my tools a mere glace. There is something like resignation in his eyes.

“I will give you this because I also want these trash humans taken down. Someone stole my omega.” He tilts his head as far as it will go. There is a silvery bond mark in his hairline at the side of his neck.

Jace takes a half step forward from where he was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He stares at the man, who silently stares back before Jace’s face goes carefully blank. “You were hanging around trying to get information yourself?”

The man in front of me nods. I’m half glad I actually hadn’t hurt this man. I don’t actually like hurting people. Ok, maybe that’s a lie. I don’tloveto hurt people. I do kind of like it, though. I motion to Jace, who hits the button to lower the chains slowly, allowing the man to get his feet under him. I grab a pair of sweats and hand them to him. I watch his face as he slides them on.

“It’s true. You can feel what’s happening to your omega?” Kingston's voice is hard. Romano makes a strangled sound, no doubt thinking of Fallon. The man nods, rubbing the red marks on his wrist.

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