Page 63 of Knot my Alphas

Julian stayed blissfully unaware as he didn’t pay any attention to the men around him. He was so busy with the technical details, he missed the rabid, enraged look on my face.

For the first time, I’m realizing that my omega instincts never flare in Caleb, Damon, or Raiden’s presence. It’s only when strangers come creeping into my territory that I feel like an angry bully who’s itching to horn every guy’s ass for glancing at my mate.

It was a relief when they finally left.

“Are you okay?” Julian asks from the couch.

We’re both sitting in the entrance hall with cans of chilled beer in our hands.

“Yeah,” I say, failing to hide my pout.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, leaning in closer. “You’ve been in a bad mood all day.”

I exhale a long breath and meet his gaze. “I hate it when strangers look at you.”

“What?” he asks with an amused chuckle.

I shrug, knowing I sound crazy.

He chuckles and drags his body over to me. “Is that what this is? You were jealous?”

“I don’t want to be,” I say, feeling frustrated with myself. “It makes no sense but I felt so goddamn angry. They have no right to breathe the same air as you!”

He shakes his head and laughs.

“It’s not funny!” I mutter.

“You have no idea how long I have waited to see this side of you. Just wait until you see the women who come along, trying to touch Caleb, Damon, and Raiden. You’ll feel like ripping their heads off. I’m so happy I finally have someone in my corner. We can be jealous together.”

A growl rips out of my lips at the mere idea of a woman coming close to my mates.

Julian looks delighted while I clench and unclench my fists.

“Relax,” he says, squeezing my knee. “These instincts will mellow down with time.”

“They will?”

“Well, mostly,” he says unhelpfully.

A frustrated noise escapes me as I crush my beer can.

“Come on,” he says. “Stop worrying about those guys. Don’t you want to break into the new computers and start searching for your parents?”

My eyes widen. My stupid emotions made me forget about the real reason those strangers came to our home.

I give a nod. “Let’s go.”

Moving closer to Julian, I help him stand up.

He gasps from the pain that comes from straightening his knee.

The sound sends a painful spasm through my chest as I wrap my arm around his waist to support him. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper in an anguished voice.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, moving his left foot forward. “I’m okay.”

It’s a slow and painful walk up the stairs. While he can manage to walk on level ground, he has a hellish time bending his right knee to climb up the stairs.

My hold on his waist tightens as we continue our slow progress upstairs.

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