Page 22 of Knot Our Mistake
Ours.
All ours.
Let them bite, let them claim.
Ours.
She didn't understand that I couldn't force them to keep me. James made it clear. I could only hope that sometime along the way they changed their mind, and if not, pray that I didn't somehow take away their boundaries and will.
With another inhale and a smile, I got to work, shoving dirty clothes into the washing machine, picking up the floor, hanging, folding, organizing, and though I knew I shouldn't, I couldn't stop myself from finding pieces of clothing and bringing them up to my nose.
A flannel shirt of Bran's.
Pajama pants of Leo's.
A dirty cotton shirt of James's.
All smelled so good, too delicious, that I decided to tuck them away in my room, to wash later, with the last load.
Is that what you're telling yourself?My omega taunted, but I saw no issue with keeping the articles of clothing aside. They had a lot of things to wash. Probably two days worth. They wouldn't miss the clothing for two days.
Another deep inhale of their things, then I tucked the articles away, storing them in a neat folded pile next to my pillow. I let the bedroom door click closed before I carried a basket to the washing machine and began to load, unintentionally finding more of their clothing that smelled too good to wash at this moment. I'd just keep them for a little while, until I needed to wash them. They'd never know.
After placing my armful of clothing into my room, I went to work organizing and cleaning their room. The act made me feel at peace, my omega purring her contentment each time we touched something and were able to identify who that object belonged to. If I had known the power this room would have had on me all this time, I would have snuck in here sooner. Hell, I might never leave now.
With that thought, I pulled back the blankets of the freshly made bed and crawled in, letting their scents engulf me as I fought a sudden wave of sleepiness. I'd only stay here for a few minutes, I promised myself, as I closed my eyes, letting sleep pull me into a nap.
CHAPTER
TWELVE
BRAN
We were covered in mud and grime. Dirt was caked in places I dared not think about. And my hair? I was positive it was permanently stuck standing from all the sweat that soaked into it. But, we were done. We finished mending the fence, even if it did take nearly the whole damn day.
I wanted to get back to the house, though James naturally didn't seem to be in a hurry. The faster I tried to move things along, the slower the big guy seemed to move. He had no fucking care in the world. Meanwhile, my mind was going crazy wishing to be close to the omega. I knew he felt it too; I could tell she was weighing on him by the angry tilt of his brow. He wanted to go home, he wanted to see her, and he hated that he did.
"Today's Sophia's first day without her suppressant."
"I know," he growled out, his muscles straining as he yanked on a rope in the back of the truck.
"It will be fine," I assured him, though I didn't know if it would be. In fact, I didn't know how we were going to resist temptation when already she had smelled so divine my mouth watered.
"Who are you reassuring, beta, yourself or me?" He huffed out a breath of air as he lifted the weight of wood into the truck bed.
I followed his lead, taking planks and tossing them into the truck. "Both?"
He turned his head enough to glare at me, "You're not funny, beta."
"I'm not trying to be." I took a deep breath, closing my eyes as I tried to center how I felt. "I have to believe that either way, it will be fine. Her heat can be weeks away."
"It could be tomorrow depending on how long she's tried to suppress it."
"That's true," I swallowed hard at the thought of the possibilities. "But I doubt that would be the case."
"I'm furious," the alpha opened and closed his fist.
"I know."
