Page 14 of Tied in Knots
When he is in a mood like this, even I know not to push him.
He lets me go and turns on his heel. “Same plan applies. Surround her and close in.”
He stalks off in the direction of the nearest park.
I press my face to the door frame again before I follow. I need to keep her scent in my nostrils to keep me calm. This alone shows how my brain isn’t wired like the others. Her scent sends them into a frenzy. To me, it’s the opposite. I want to curl up with her wrapped around me.
I crave it.
Gertie is a welcome distraction to keep my dick from exploding with sexual frustration until we find our omega, but it’s pointless trying to pretend it really helps.
Setting off after Sebastian, I start to run. I overtake him, my feet pounding on the pavement, splashing through puddles on the uneven surface, wetting my black boots and soaking the hem of the fancy trousers Seb made me wear for the Inter-pack Parliament meeting.
As I race into the park, I pause and close my eyes. The strawberry scent hits me square on.
“She’s here,” I murmur when Sebastian pulls up next to me.
He nods once as Ben and Harvey join us. “Cast the net and close in. Shedoes notget away this time,” he growls.
The rest of the alphas disperse, and I carry on moving forward in a straight line.
I frown when the scent goes faint, but turning my head to the left, I pick it up again stronger. Two paces and then it fades again. This time I pick it up to the right.
“For fuck’s sake,” I snarl. “She’s zigzagging.”
I follow her trail for a few more zigs and a couple more zags, and then I spot her blonde head.
Her face turns towards me and our eyes lock over a large bush that is practically as tall as she is.
Her eyes go wide, filling with terror, visible under the park light.
She turns and ducks out of my sight.
“Oh no,” I murmur, leaping forward. “Not this time. You are mine.”
ChapterTen
Faith
No!
I duck behind the bush I was checking out to see if it was a good fit for sleeping under for the night, my hands trembling. I bite my bottom lip, and then my fight or flight kicks in. I cannot fight them, so I have to run.
Again.
I dart forward over the wet grass, slipping and turning my already tender ankle. Not making a sound, though, I carry on running through the park knowing I need to get out from under the lights and into the darkness.
I’m so tired. My lungs are burning with the effort, my heart is slamming against my ribs. My blood is roaring in my ears, almost deafening me. Tears prick my eyes as I surge forward, risking looking back over my shoulder to see where my hunter is.
I don’t see him.
Feeling relieved at the slight respite, I don’t slow down, but pick up the pace.
Shock and pain reverberate through me as I suddenly crash into a brick wall.
“Oof!” I cry, turning my head to face forward, wondering where the fucking wall came from, when it grows hands and grabs my upper arms.
“Get off me!” I hiss, realising that the wall is in fact a large man, and by large, I mean, my head comes up to his chest and I have to tilt my head back to look up into his face. Squirming like a hellcat to release myself from his iron grip, I somehow manage to get free from the reasonably cute man with dark red hair who smells oddly like marshmallows, by kicking him in the groin. It doesn’t connect, but it’s close enough. I don’t care about fighting fair. I’m fighting for my life.
