Page 91 of Knot Their Girl
My heart does a little flip in my chest when he says that. Discussing what comes next. I don’t need to be a fortune teller to know what this talk will entail. Us. All four of us. Our future. Something I never imagined willingly talking about with one alpha, let alone two and a beta.
The old me would have tried to argue with him, but all I say is, “Do you guys need any help in here?”
“No,” Gideon says. “Go watch some TV in the living room or something. Colter, you can go with her. No offense, but I can finish the green beans a lot faster.” The alpha has finished cutting up the potatoes before Colter got halfway through his mound of green beans.
Colter signs something to him, and all his uncle says is, “Yes, I know you’re not a cook. Thank you for trying to help, anyway.”
With a shrug, Colter comes to me. He slips his hand into mine and leads me to the living room, where we sit on the couch together and find something mindless to watch as I finish drinking the water. Once the water is done, I cuddle into him and sigh out a sound of contentment.
As much as I hate to admit it, this is nice. A girl could get used to this.
He sets an arm around me when I curl into his side, his finger tracing shapes onto my upper arm. For once, he doesn’t wear a hoodie; just a shirt, and the lack of thick fabric between us is definitely something I can get used to.
I don’t say anything. We just sit there together, in a comfortable silence. It’s nice. I may or may not doze off a little, because before I know it, Colter is taking me by the hand once again and leading me to the dining room table, where our dinner is already set and the two alphas are waiting for us.
Cajun-spiced chicken with homemade French fries and seasoned green beans, complete with a batch of fluffy bread rolls.
Oh, my God. I don’t think I’ve ever laid eyes on a meal that looked more delicious.
I take my usual seat, and Colter sits beside me, while the two alphas sit across from us. “This looks really good,” I say. “Smells good, too.” I don’t wait for the guys to respond; I’m starving, so I dig in.
And ooh, boy, does it taste ten times better than it looks. This might just be the best meal I’ve ever eaten.
It’s a minute or two before I realize I’m the only one eating—and by that, I mean I’m the only one stuffing my mouth so full I have chipmunk cheeks. With my mouth full, I say, “What?” Good thing my mom isn’t here to scold me for being so unladylike.
Gideon and Pax glance at each other, and it’s Pax who finally speaks, “It’s time we stop dancing around the subject and talk about what comes next.”
I work on chewing and swallowing all of the food in my mouth before I question, “Do we really have to?”
“Yes,” Gideon says, his dark blue gaze twinkling behind his glasses. “We’ve discussed it, but we have not yet discussed it with you. We’d like to officially form a pack.”
I knew this moment was coming for a while now, but hearing him say it still makes the butterflies in my stomach go off. If we officially form a pack, that means there will be paperwork, but it also means it won’t matter if I go out in public smelling like Pax and Gideon, and not just the latter. And Colter—bringing him into a pack would make it more socially acceptable for him to have an omega.
Still, the doubt in my mind nags at me and forces me to ask, “Are you sure? I know I’m not the best omega. All of you could—”
“If you say we could do better, I’m going to come over there, pull you onto my lap, and punish you for even suggesting it,” Pax warns, a growl reverberating from his wide, muscular chest. It’s not the first time he’s threatened to punish me, and maybe I’m just a feisty bitch, but the thought perks me up like no other.
Maybe I’d like that.
Then again, maybe he knows that.
“There is no one better than you,” the über alpha goes on, over-enunciating each word to further nail it in. “No one better for us. You belong to us. You’re ours.”
With a nod, Gideon adds, “And we are yours.”
Beside me, Colter nods along with them, watching me with silent, amber eyes.
A pack. Here I am faced with the one thing I swore up and down I never wanted, with not one but two alphas—and yet… yet it’s the strangest thing. The two alphas sitting across from me, the beta beside me, I’d trust them with my life. A ridiculous thing to admit, since I barely trust myself with my own life.
But I do. I trust them. I like them a lot. I might even love them.
My normally chatty self has a hard time surfacing under the weight of all their stares, under the weight of this conversation, so I say a single word: “Okay.”
“Okay?” Pax echoes. “We’ll need more than that, omega.” And just like that, he knew exactly what to say to get my chatty self back.
“What do you want me to say, Mr. Alpha? That I want to be in a pack with you three? That I can’t imagine my life without you three in it? That I’ve been shown the error of my ways, that I finally see the light, that I need you more than the air I breathe? Well… there you go.”
“There I go what?” he prods.
