Page 10 of Tied in Knots
Destiny?
Kismet?
Whatever the fuck word you believe in, this is it.
“Fuck’s sake,” I thunder, bursting out of the entrance of the train station to hundreds of people milling about. My eyes scan the crowds, but she’s gone.
I take the time to pause.
Standing on the pavement and closing my eyes, shutting out the entire world, I focus on that scent.Herscent.
Inhaling deeply, I catch it. The aroma of strawberries and honey is unmistakable.
I open my eyes and gesture to the left. “That way.”
As one, we lunge forward, but this isn’t going to work.
“Wait.”
“Not a chance,” Xander growls, his green eyes flashing dangerously.
“Hear me out. If we all go straight after her, we stand a good chance of losing her. We need to create a net and close in on her from all sides. Xander, you follow behind her, Ben, to the right. Harvey, work your way around to approach from the front and I will go to the left. Once you catch her scent at the point where your dick goes hard, close in on her. Drive her towards the centre of the net. Got it?”
They nod their compliance.
“Xander. Go fetch.”
Snarling, he sets off, shoving people out of the way and causing a bit of a stink, but he doesn’t give a flying fuck.
Neither do I at the moment.
I gesture for Ben and Harvey to get going, and then I take a moment to calm my hammering heart. The sky has darkened even more. It is going to pour down. The chill in the air makes me stuff my hands in the pockets of my black cashmere coat.
I duck my head, focusing on the lingering scent in the air and follow it, but creating a wide berth to the left. I ignore the crowds around me, ducking in and out of the irritating people in my way, not touching them where possible. I really don’t like strangers and it’s worse when they touch me. If I initiate contact, then that’s fine, but if someone lays a hand on me without my consent, it sends my stomach into an aching ball of anxiety, which turns into aggression. The other guys don’t know about it. They just think I’m controlling. Which I am, don’t get it wrong. But there is areasonfor it.
Frowning when the wind picks up and blows the wrong way, I lose the faint scent that I was following. Crossing over the road; I need to get closer. I contemplate her reaction to seeing me and Ben. She was scared shitless. I suppose it makes sense, we did pounce on her the second we caught her scent, but I get the feeling she was scared before that. I wonder what caused her to be so afraid.
I don’t think about it too long, though, as the strawberry aroma suddenly gets stronger again. Very strong.
My gaze scans the throng eagerly. She is within a short distance of me. I am prepared this time for her to bolt. She will not get away from me twice.
My frustration grows as I can’t see her amongst all these people. She is too short for the taller men and women around her. She is hiding in plain sight.
“Dammit.”
I march on trying to keep on the left of the scent, but it’s too difficult. Weaving in and out of the pedestrians in the middle of London, trying to find someone is like trying to find a needle in a haystack.
Then, I see her.
Her blue hood is pulled up over her light blonde hair, which I caught a glimpse of when she struggled with me, along with those cornflower blue eyes. She is even more gorgeous than I’d hoped. Small and curvy, she is everything that I desire in an omega, and I want to get my hands on her so desperately, my palms start to itch.
Now shoving people aside to get to her, she sees me.
Our eyes meet.
Her gaze is terrified.
Mine is determined.
