Page 70 of Knot Their Girl
My heart skips a beat, and not in a good way. How did…
Shit.
Chapter Twenty-Nine – Pax
I was on the phone with my brother, Darius, when I had the idea to wash Raeka’s sheets. Since we haven’t officially discussed anything yet, I assumed she was trying to ignore what happened, and smelling the three of us in those sheets probably wasn’t helping anything. I’d just told my brother everything—well, mostly everything.
Not the nitty-gritty details, obviously.
Darius wasn’t a talker. He was like me. And yet, even so, I could tell that I stunned him with what I told him. It took him way too long to say, “I never thought I’d see the day, honestly. You threw yourself into work so hard, all the time, that I thought… you were pretty much married to Alabaster Security.”
“I was,” I tell him. “I still am. I just…” I stand in front of Raeka’s bed with a hand on my hip, staring holes into the unmade sheets. She never made her bed, ever, and even though she and Gideon aren’t here, the scent of the three of us together fills my nostrils and starts to harden my dick.
“You don’t have to explain yourself. Mom and Dad’ll be ecstatic you found yourself a pack. If anyone was going to stumble into a pack accidentally, it’d be you.”
“The fuck that’s supposed to mean?”
I can imagine my brother shrugging before he says, “You were always so against it. So was I when Nick and Warren brought Mercedes home. Coming from my experience, resisting is pointless, a waste of everybody’s time.”
Moving to sit at the edge of Raeka’s bed, I ask him quietly, “How did you know Mercedes was your… your scent match?” A part of me doesn’t want to bring it up, but when she doesn’t slather herself in that shitty lotion, I could drown myself in her. Gideon’s told me the same, but maybe the strength of the pullfrom her is simply because she’s an unmatched omega who’s already had her first heat.
“It’s something you just know. You don’t have to think about it. She makes Nick and Warren go crazy, but with me… it’s more than that. I lose my damn mind when I’m with her.” My brother pauses. “Why? Do you think Raeka is yours?”
Mine and Gideon’s, given the fact that neither of us could hold back from her—and we’d both tried. I was a man who prided myself on my restraint up until recently, and Gideon doesn’t strike me as the kind of alpha who ever snaps.
“Her scent is like fucking catnip to me,” I whisper, “but when she smells me, it’s like… I don’t know, like she doesn’t smell anything. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking.”
He chuckles. “You’ve never been one for wishful thinking.”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Listen, Pax, Rourke has it handled with your team, so take as much time as you need to figure it out. No matter what happens, no matter what you end up deciding, everything will be fine on our end. I don’t think you’ve ever taken a day off. Worry about your personal life, for once.”
“Thanks, man.” I end the call and get back to my feet. Though my mind is turning and all I really want to do is roll around like a dog in the sheets that smell like us, I do what I came to the room to do: I yank the comforter off and go to pull off the fitted sheet next.
When I lift the one side of her bed, I spot some balled-up panties that are potent with her scent, and if my cock was tingling before, it turns rock-hard when that scent hits me. I bring the panties to my nose and inhale deeply, wanting nothing more than to have my omega here and bury myself between her legs.
Fuck. I really am losing my mind.
I toss the panties down on the comforter, figuring I’d wash them for her, too, but when I go to lift the other corner, I find something else. Something that stops me dead: a small black pouch, zipped shut. It’s no larger than my hand, so I have no idea what it’d be or why she’d be hiding it here.
What the fuck?
I go for the pouch and unzip it, and what I see makes me frown. Needles. Needles with some kind of liquid. Small shots, though whatever is actually in those shots is anyone’s guess since they aren’t labeled with anything… and that doesn’t scream fully legal to me.
Shit. What is Raeka into? My mind whirls with the possibilities. Drugs? But she’s never seemed high before, so that can’t be it. A heat-suppressant? They aren’t mainstream, but medications like that are out there for those omegas who have the money and who would rather live a life without losing their mind every six months.
But, no, that can’t be right either. She was proud she made it through her first heat on her own, so I don’t think these injections are meant for suppressing an omega’s heat.
So what the fuck are they for? Medication for some medical condition she hasn’t shared with us yet?
The only thing I want to do is drive to wherever they are and demand answers from her, but that would humiliate Gideon as well, and I don’t want to do that. I’ll let them have their night, and the moment they get back, I’ll be waiting.
I do what I intended to do: I put her bed sheets in the washer and do a load, and then transfer them to the dryer as I wait. I leave the pouch in the kitchen while I do it, on the island, in plain view of anybody who enters the room.
Once her comforter is in the dryer, I come into the kitchen to find Colter near the pouch. He sips from a sports drink and stares down at it quizzically.
“Found it under Raeka’s mattress,” I mumble, going to get myself some water. “She was hiding it. And before you ask, I have no fucking idea what it is or what it does… but she has some explaining to do when she gets home.”
