Page 27 of Knot His Omega
She sticks her tongue out at me. “I’m a well-rounded person, Finnegan Abernathy. I have depth and shit. But really, I took multiple psychology classes for electives. I find itinteresting to learn about how the mind works and why we do the things we do.”
“Yes, Alora, you’re perfect. We all know.” Wells grins before leaning down to kiss her. “But I don’t really feel like being psychoanalyzed at the moment, so why don’t we let Ian take us to the ruins?”
I nod, letting the topic drop even as my head goes through everything I know about Wells and the interactions we’ve had. Seeing it through this new lens makes it easier to understand why he said certain things. Which means I know how to deal with him better now.
Ian turns out to be an excellent tour guide as he drives us through town, then to the ruins at the far side of the island.
They’re all that’s left of the town that existed before the Event. There isn’t much left of the buildings, but it allows us to see the small differences between how they lived back then and how we live now. It’s like a living part of our history, and I love that kind of stuff.
We explore the ruins for about thirty minutes before settling down for our picnic. I packed food I knew they would enjoy as Americans, but also some Scottish foods for them to try.
“Finn, these are delicious.” Alora’s eyes are wide as she takes another bite of a Scottish egg.
Wells is obsessed with the pork pies I brought, but it’s the desserts they really fall in love with.
Thank goodness my aunt is staying with us because she’s the one who made the food for me—all while trying to drag information out of me about Alora and her pack. But she made shortbread biscuits and teacakes that they devour.
I only manage to eat one biscuit before handing them off. Aunt Maisie’s just aren’t as good as my ma’s, which sent meinto a bit of a tailspin when I realized I’d never get to eat Ma’s biscuits again.
“Are you okay, Finn?”
I turn my head to find that Alora has scooted across the blanket to press her body against mine.
“Aye, Alora. I just had the realization that I wouldn’t ever get to have another of my ma’s biscuits.”
She nods. “And it made you sad.”
I don’t bother answering aloud as I fight back tears. She wraps her arms around me, a quiet purr starting up.
There’s no way I can’t smile while she’s purring for me, so I lie back and pull her with me. My eyes fall shut as she snuggles into me, her purr vibrating through my body.
I thought the day couldn’t get any more perfect, but it just did.
Damn. I am so gone on this girl.
And now I realize why Bree didn’t pick me, and why that didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.
Because Alora was out in the world waiting for me to find her.
I know there’s no such thing as fated mates, but at moments like this, I can’t help wondering if there isn’t a bit of truth to the fairy tales.
Chapter Ten
JORDAN
Alora practically floats to our room after Finn drops us off at the hotel. After exploring the island, we’d returned to the mainland and grabbed dinner. Now, it’s time for us to get some sleep before we spend the day with him again.
I shut the door behind us as she calls out that she’s going to take a bath. I swear she’s bathed in that thing daily.
Not that I can blame her—the thing is massive and has jets. I enjoyed the couple of baths I’ve joined her for, and not just because of the sex.
It’s just a damn good bathtub.
“How are you doing, brother?” I ask Wells as we settle in the sitting area.
I know he’s not fully onboard with adding another alpha to his pack, and he never really has been—but he’d do anything for Alora.
He hums, running a hand through his blond hair that’s just a shade lighter than my own. “I’m okay, Jordan. I promise. Iactually don’t think Finn is all that bad, and it’s clear how much he cares for Alora.”
