Page 62 of Knot For A Moment

CHAPTER TWENTY

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GABRIEL

Sloane passed out with a smile on her face. She was so fucking cute I couldn’t stand it. Though cute was the last word I would use to describe what I just witnessed.

Incandescent?

So fucking hot I nearly came just watching her take their cocks like she was born to be fucked. My own cock was so hard it ached. When I had my chance to sink inside her, I knew it would change everything.

I couldn’t fucking wait.

But our little Omega needed the rest she’d so viciously been denied for the last week. Having her heat now? I loved it.Cravedit. At the same time, all I wanted to do was bundle her up and let her rest. Take as much time as she needed to recover.

Roman gently curled his hand around the back of her neck, holding her to his chest like she was made of the glass she was named for. I took a blanket from the stack she hadn’t touched yet. Metallic gold. It felt right to cover her in something that made her look as valuable and precious as we knew she was.

“Well then,” Asher chuckled softly. “Okay.”

Jace scrubbed a hand over his face, but he didn’t take his eyes off Sloane. None of us did.

“The last thing I want to do is leave her,” I said. “But I need to make some calls to make sure everyone knows what’s happening. For the shows tomorrow and make sure I’m covered.”

Ash nodded. “Don’t take too long.”

“I’ll just be outside.” I grabbed my phone from the pocket of my pants where I’d dropped them and closed the door behind me. The air in the hallway was colder and not drowning in the scent of blueberry pancakes.

My growl split the air, and I smothered it. I needed to be back with my Omega as quickly as possible.

First things first, I dialed Mark Thurman. The previous executive director of Slate City Ballet was supposedly enjoying his retirement, but given what I knew of the man, he was probably having difficulty adjusting to life at a slower pace.

“Oh god,” he answered the phone. “Gabriel, please don’t tell me you burned the place down already.”

In the background of the call, I heard the buzz of conversation. That’s right, he was probably still at the theater. Where there was a reception for the donors, and our absence was no doubtpainfullyobvious. Once we found out Sloane was in heat, nothing else mattered but her.

“Not yet, though I suspect you knew that, considering where you are.”

“Fair point. But where areyou?”

I took an even breath. “Sloane Glass?”

“She danced beautifully. I’d love the chance to tell her.”

“She’s my Omega,” I said.

Silence on the other end of the line.

“Or rather, she’s my Omega, along with Asher West, Jace McKenna, and the final member of our pack, Roman Hughes.”

Mark laughed finally. “I’ll be damned. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

“Still doesn’t explain why none of you are here. I’ll be honest, Gabe, it’s a little awkward.”

I didn’t doubt it. “It’s why I’m calling you, and I’m calling Ian next. Sloane went into heat just before she went on stage. Because it was her debut, and the rehearsals were… let’s call them ‘intense,’ she forced herself through it.”

Mark swore. “She danced like that while inheat?”

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