Page 39 of Knot my Alphas

Relief spreads through me as Caleb and Damon step inside the room and walk toward me. Their formal shirts are crumpled and the sleeves rolled up to their elbows. Damon’s dark crimson locks are a mess while Caleb’s jaw is covered in thick, dark stubble.

They have warm smiles on their faces but they can’t hide the signs of exhaustion.

Despite feeling impatient, I return their smile. “Are you just returning home?” I ask.

“Yeah,” says Damon. “We headed straight here the moment we got home.”

They both need a good drink to relax and some food. If they’re returning home this late, I doubt they’ve had the time to eat throughout the day.

My frustration peaks. My mates need me to take care of them and I’m lying here, feeling utterly useless.

“Have you heard anything from Raiden?” I ask hopefully.

“Sorry, Jules,” says Caleb, reaching out to squeeze my hand. “Iris is still at the clinic.”

I swallow the questions that have been churning in my mind all day and force a smile for their sake.

“It’s so late already,” I say. “You guys should eat something and go to bed.”

“You haven’t eaten yet,” says Damon. His amber eyes are dull with worry. “I’m sorry we’re not around to take care of you.”

“I’ve been relaxing the entire day,” I force myself to say in a cheerful voice. “I’m still stuffed from all the snacks you guys left me.”

The air between us is heavy and taut with anxiety. We’re all exhausted and frustrated, but doing our best to keep the peace between us.

Caleb exhales a heavy breath. “Things will get better soon,” he says. “Just hold on a little longer.”

“I know,” I say in a reassuring tone. “You guys need to stop worrying about me and take care of yourselves. I can look after myself.”

Damon kicks off his shoes and climbs onto the bed.

“What are you doing?” I ask as he comes to lie next to me.

He flings an arm around my waist and buries his face in my stomach. “I’m so fucking tired. Let me sleep for a minute.”

“Damon,” Caleb growls. “Come downstairs and help me bring up the food here. We all need to eat.”

Damon groans and pulls up the blanket over his head.

Caleb’s steel-gray eyes flash with anger. Leaning over the bed, he’s about to grab Damon when all our phones trill with incoming texts.

Caleb pauses and fishes in his pocket for his phone. Damon throws off the blanket and sits up.

“It’s Raiden,” Caleb says as I’m about to grab my phone. “They’re on their way home. Iris is coming home!”

All anger and frustration instantly vanish from his face. A smile comes onto his lips as he gazes at me. “She’ll be here soon.”

Our phones ring with another incoming text.

“Raiden says we need to prepare some food for Iris,” Damon says, his gaze fixed on his phone’s screen.

“I’m surprised they’re coming home now,” Caleb says with a frown. “They could’ve discharged her tomorrow morning.”

Damon is furiously typing out a text. “I’m asking him why they’re hurrying back. Isn’t it better for her to spend a couple more days at the clinic?”

“That’s right,” says Caleb. “They have nurses and doctors to look after her. What’s Raiden thinking?”

I stay quiet, not caring about anything. I simply want to see Iris and touch her to make sure Caleb and Damon haven’t been lying to me about her being safe.

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