Page 8 of Knot My Boss

“What the fuck are you talking about? You’ve lost your damn mind,” Declan yells as he scrambles away from me.

“Her!” I yell in outrage as my bear fights to take over.

“Her who?” Declan yells back just as the door to my office bursts open. I don’t turn to look who it is, keeping my prey in front of me.

“What the hell is going on here?” Daegyn asks before closing the door again. “We can hear you screaming at each other in the dining room.”

Good, maybe then I will get some answers.

“Arek has lost his fucking mind is what’s going on,” Declan gripes to his twin.

“He smells of her, and I want to know why. I also want to know where she is,” I grumble as dark, brown curly hair starts sprouting on my forearms.

“Her, who, Arek?” Daegyn asks in a calm voice.

“My mate!” I yell.

Silence fills the air as I continue to fight my bear for control.

“Wait a minute,” Daegyn says right as Declan starts to laugh. He laughs so hard that he is bent over at the waist, holding onto my desk for support. “Is he talking about…” Daegyn’s voice trails off as Declan nods furiously.

“You have met her too?” I grind out, whirling around on Daegyn. His focus is on his twin, not his angry alpha, only adding to my bear’s anger.

“Yeah, he has,” Declan says, causing me to spin around again to face him instead of Daegyn. He’s moved behind the desk, putting as much space between us as possible.

“Who. Is. She?” I grumble, biting off each word.

“Darby Matthews.” Daegyn earns a glare from Declan.

My brow furrows as my bear starts to calm down now that we have a name. Why is that name so familiar, though?

“Dayton Morris’s sister,” Declan informs me, filling in the blanks. “Kyle’s sister-in-law.”

As the information settles in, my eyes widen in surprise.

“What’s with all of that?” Daegyn says, indicating the large stack of material in the corner behind my desk.

“My friends are assholes,” I say flatly.

For the past three days, one of them has left or mailed boxes of fabrics representing the plaids used to make kilts.

“Do I want to know?” he asks, causing me to pinch the bridge of my nose.

“Aunt Mitzi,” I answer.

“Got it,” he says dismissively. Declan is well-versed in our aunt’s antics, so no further explanation is needed.

“Tell me,” I start, changing the subject. “What is Darby like?”

Declan and Daegyn share a look, neither of them saying a word.

Chapter 7 - Darby

Me: You HAVE to make time to come to Padston.

Fiora: I can try. What’s up?

Me: There is a lot of man-meat here to get your freak on.

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