Page 11 of Believe it or Knot

I’m watching her closely, so I see the moment she stiffens. It’s only a half second before she’s chuckling, avoiding looking at either of us. “Well, it’s not me.” She jerks her chin toward the living room. “I don’t exactly have the space for a filming studio. Or anything.”

Liam frowns, then grins. “I didn’t say anything about a studio.”

Sorrel’s cheeks go pink, and she glances at the clock. “Crap. I have to go if I want to make it into town and back before I have to head to work.” I know a deflection when I see it. Liam’s instincts were right. This is the girl that we came up here to find. And she’s also part of our pack.

Whether she knows it or not.

It’s surprisingly hard to let Sorrel leave, knowing we’ll be gone by the time she gets back. The last thing I want is to drive away from Lake Kilrose and our beta, but we have to. We have responsibilities we need to fulfill. But the good news is we’re coming up on a weeklong break. That will make it easier to get up here and see Sorrel, spend time with her, convince her to give us a shot.

It shouldn’t be that hard. We’re the Cordova pack, after all.

Well, Liam and I have a week, Grayson will still need to work. Though I suspect when he meets our beta, he’ll be more than willing to do that remotely. Or he’ll make the drive daily to see her every night. Once he meets her, I know he’ll be willing to make the effort.

Liam pouts the entire way back to the city, arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face, his sweet scent tinged with his disappointment and displeasure. It makes my alpha itch to make it right, even though I know there’s nothing for me to fix. Not really.

I poke his thigh with one of my thick fingers. “Stop pouting. We’ll be back up there tomorrow.”

Liam scowls at me for a moment before he sighs. “I know you’re right. I just hate leaving her.”

“I can call Grayson and have him cancel the interview. It’ll reflect poorly on you, but if you really can’t handle it-”

“No,” Liam cuts me off, shaking his head. “No. I can handle it. I know I need to handle it. This is my fucking job, my dream.” He shifts lower in the seat, head resting on the back, eyes falling to half-mast. “I just think she might be my dream, too.” His eyes widen and he reaches out to grip my thigh. “You and Grayson are part of it, too. My dream. Of course you are. Please don’t think you aren’t. Or that you’re not enough for me.”

My heart melts a little at his reassurance, although it’s unnecessary. I can feel him through our bond and already know how much he loves me, the same way he knows how much I love him.

“Of course I know that, mi amor,” I murmur, stroking my thumb along his cheek. “I feel the same. About you and about Sorrel. She’s ours. We just have to convince her of that fact.” I hide a wince as I say the words. I’m supposed to be the one exercising caution here. We can’t afford to dive into a new relationship with an unknown element.

But they feel right. True.

Liam groans and tips his head back. “Sleeping next to her was…” He shakes his head, like he can’t believe it. “It was so fucking hard not to just slip inside her and sleep like that.”

I groan at the image that conjures. Her sweet little ass nestled against my hips, my cock buried in her heat as we drift off to sleep. Waking up to fuck her leisurely and drifting off again without pulling out? Fuck. “That sounds divine.”

Liam smirks, head popping up off the seat back. “Divine? She making a poet out of you, Rafe?”

I scowl at him, but he just laughs. And god, it’s a fucking beautiful sound. I love my omega. Love him so goddamn much, I’d do just about anything for him. And having him laugh like that, sound so happy, does something to my alpha, makes me hum with pride, even though I had nothing to do with it.

No, all of this happiness is because of Sorrel.

We haven’t really talked about it as a pack, but we’ve all been on the lookout for the one missing piece.

Liam told me and Gray he wants babies, and while I’m a lot of things, I can’t just give him that. We can adopt and still might at some point, but I think our omega hasn’t quite given up on the idea of finding that perfect woman who will complete the pack and carry our child in her belly. He wants to watch them grow safe in her womb, be there for every step of the process.

If I’m completely honest, I want the same thing.

Over the years we’ve thought we found the right woman, let her into our hearts and lives and beds. A few of them helped Liam through his heat, but not one of them worked out.

We always unearthed some manipulation, some lie, some plan of theirs that made it clear they weren’t worthy of being a part of our pack, being loved by Liam.

Recently I think we’ve all started to lose hope that we’d ever find that missing piece.

Until Liam heard a voice on VidTid and decided he needed to meet the owner of that voice and convince them to be on his next album, probably in multiple songs and we used some… illegal means to track down the poster of the video, right to Sorrel Forbes.

It’s cute that she doesn’t want to admit it’s her, though. Makes me feel even better about her. Most girls—most people—would have shouted from the mountain tops that they were the singer Liam Cordova was seeking. But she didn’t. Instead, she just stubbornly refused to admit it. Going so far as to point us in the direction of a seventy-year-old instead.

“Don’t look at me like that, Rafe,” Liam murmurs, shifting on the seat. “You know it turns me on.”

I hum and grip the back of his neck. “I’m driving so I can’t take care of you, mi amor. But I can give you something to focus on besides Sorrel, if you need it.”

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