Page 11 of Knot His Omega
She mumbles under her breath, and I don’t catch it all, but it sure the hell sounds like she says something about hot, brutish Scotsmen.
My smirk grows into a genuine smile, but I keep my head facing forward as I start back down the path, pulling her with me.
She stumbles over her feet for a moment before settling in at my side. “So, you and your pack are here for vacation?”
“Umm…yeah. Although we probably could’ve picked a warmer month.” Alora giggles, and my smile only grows.
I love her giggle.
Damn it, man. Get your shit together. She has a pack.
“At least you didnae choose December or January. It’s even colder then.” I glance down at her, only to find her staring at me. “Are you celebrating anything, or is it just a regular vacation?”
She flushes, ducking her head. “It’s a pre-heat vacation. We’re…uh…planning to try to get pregnant.”
I bite the inside of my cheek as the image of the beauty beside me, swollen with a child—my child.
Fuck. That’s hot.
“But you’re so young," I respond after a long moment of silence.
She giggles again. “Not as young as you’d think. I’m twenty-five.”
“Aye, lass. Young. I’m forty-two. I’m practically ancient compared to you.”
Way too fucking young for me to be imagining myself with her.
Especially since she already has a pack.
“No, you’re not.” She shakes her head. “Age is just a number. Once we hit twenty-one, it means nothing. It’s just arbitrary. A reminder that with each year we’re that much closer to death.”
I wince, pain lancing through my chest.
“I’m sorry… Did I say something?”
I try to force a smile as I stare down at Alora, but I just can’t manage it. “I’m sorry. Death isn’t a great topic for me right now. My ma passed away a few hours ago.”
She gasps as she comes to a stop and throws her arms around me. “Oh! You poor thing. I’m so sorry for your loss. I lost my mom when I was young. I doubt it gets any easier as we get older.”
I shouldn’t return her hug, but I can’t seem to help myself. I like the feel of her in my arms, and I allow myself the comfort as she lets out a soft purr.
I don’t know how long we stay like that, but eventually, I pull away with a jerk. “We should probably continue before we lose the light. It’s darker under the canopy of trees.”
She looks like she wants to argue, but I start back down the path. Moments later, her hand slips into mine once more, and I have to bite back a smile.
“Do you want to tell me about her? Your ma, I mean?” She wrinkles her nose. “You can tell me to fuck off if you don’t want to talk about it, but sometimes it’s nice to talk about the ones we’ve lost.”
“I’m not sure how much I can,” I admit. “It’s still so fresh, but I can try.”
She beams up at me, and my heart feels like it flips in my chest.
Fuck.
What I wouldn’t give to have an omega I call my own to look at me like she is right now.
Tearing my eyes away from her, I face forward once more. “She was strict, but she loved me so much. I know she hoped for more kids, but it just wasn’t in the cards for her. It just meant she had more love for me, and she was always adopting my friends. Half of my graduating class called her Ma. I never minded sharing her with others. She had so much love to give, and not all of them knew that kind of love. I never doubted how much she and my da loved me.”
“My dad is the same way. He and my mom were always adopting my friends when I was a kid. Dad continued after my mom died.”
