Page 17 of Knot Forever

My skin turns to ice. “Are you going to give me to him?”

My voice shakes. It’s rare, but it happens. An alpha pack can transfer an omega during the thirty-day window.

Asher opens his mouth, but he’s interrupted.

“No.” Marcus is leaning forward, his face intent on mine. “You’re staying with us.”

Asher frowns. “Marcus.”

“I said no.”

Asher and Marcus watch each other, and I get the sense that Asher is shocked at his interference, even though his face barely changes. Seth whistles quietly behind me. His fingers toy with my hair, tangling in the strands and tugging lightly.

“Gonna be an interesting few weeks, sweetheart,” he murmurs.

Chapter nine – Marcus

Asher and I stare at each other, locked in a silent stand-off.

What are you doing, Marcus?

I know what he’s thinking. Truthfully? I don’t know, and I don’t like it.

But I do know that I don’t want the tiny omega shivering in Seth’s lap to leave. At least, not before I understand the feelings currently settling inside my chest.

In the corner of my eye, I see her burrow a little closer into Seth, and I break my gaze with Ash to shrug out of my dinner jacket. Her eyebrows fly up when I lean forward, holding out the material.

“Take it,” I say abruptly. “You’re cold.”

Her fingers brush mine as she takes it from me. “I… thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Leaning back, I stare at her as she wriggles against Seth, tugging my jacket around her shoulders and settling back against him. Seth closes his eyes as she moves over him.

“Are you alright?” I ask him, and he squints at me through barely open eyes.

“Fine.”

“You look uncomfortable.”

“I’m fine, Marcus.” He sighs. “So, pack leader. What’s our next steps?”

Nova goes still as she peeks over at Asher. He’s leaning back, tapping his fingers against his knee as he takes us in.

“We wait. Williams will be in touch, and we’ll set up a… discussion.”

Frowning, I glance at Nova. “But Nova is staying with us.”

Asher growls. “Yes, Marcus, Nova is staying with us.”

Satisfied, I sit back. My eyes meet Nova’s, and I glance away, out of the window. Slipping my hand into my pocket, my fingers close around my spinner, the movement helping to settle my sudden unease.

As we pull up to the house, Asher turns to me. “Marcus.”

I turn to him. “What is it?”

“Can you arrange the transfer to the omega auction when we get home?”

Nodding, I file it away. “Of course.”

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