Page 65 of Knotted By the Demon

“Demon!” Sofia’s voice pulled me back, and I turned just in time to see her pointing at the board. “It’s your turn again. Don’t think I won’t take over your moves for you if you don’t hurry up.”

“I think she’s already done it a time or two when I was reading the instructions,” Greek complained.

“If you didn’t see it happen, it didn’t happen,” Sofia huffed.

I snorted, returning to the table with the plate of bacon, which I set in the center for us all to pull from.

“You two are impossible,” I told them.

Sofia grinned up at me, all smug confidence as I read my next card. I smirked and moved my piece strategically, ignoring her feigned gasp of betrayal as I blocked her path.

“You’re playing dirty!” she accused, her eyes alight with mischief.

“Call it what you want,” I said. “I call it strategy.”

Beside me, Greek’s laughter spilled over.

“The rest of breakfast is served,” I said. “The game can wait. Eat before I win this game and leave you both crying into your pancakes.”

Sofia arched a brow, but her grin softened as she picked up her fork. Greek, already digging into his food, hummed in appreciation, the sound low and pleased.

“This is amazing,” he said between bites, glancing at me with wide, sincere eyes. “You can cookandplay a mean game.”

“You’re a damn unicorn, Demon,” Sofia teased, though her gaze lingered on me, warm and unguarded.

I leaned back in my chair, my own plate untouched for the moment as I watched them. Greek’s cheeks were flushed, his eyes bright as he laughed at something Sofia said. She gestured wildly, her hands almost knocking over the syrup as she argued some ridiculous point about the game. She was looking a little less flushed now that she’d taken her meds.

But Greek, on the other hand, was looking more flushed. And his scent was more pronounced. I think my rut had triggered his heat. After breakfast, I’d tell them my thoughts so we could start preparing for it. This would be the first time I’d seen an omega through a heat. Though I was pretty sure I could handle it with Sofia’s help, there were still lingering doubts in my mind.

The sound of their voices filled the room, wrapping around me like a blanket. For the first time in years, my surroundings didn’t feel empty. It felt alive, filled with warmth and laughter and the kind of messy chaos I didn’t know I’d craved. I’d thought I’d be alone forever. That wherever I laid my head would always be a refuge from the world but never a home.

Now, sitting here with them, I realized how wrong I’d been. My Little Fox. My Little Rabbit. They’d turned everything upside down in the best fucking way possible, and I was grateful for it.

Sofia’s gaze landed on me, “Alpha...”

Fuck, I loved it when she called me alpha.

“Remember our first day together and that rope knot you tied my wrists in?”

Guilt crept over me. Was she still angry about that? Of course, she was. Damn it.

“What kind of knot was that?” she asked. “I was taught by my grandparents how to slip free of knots. I’m embarrassed to say that I couldn’t break free of your knot.”

Her words caused Greek to giggle.

She glared at him. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Little Rabbit.”

Blushing, Greek sipped some of his orange juice.

Sofia faced me again. “Can you teach me how to get free of a knot like that?”

So she wasn’t mad, she was just curious. That, I could handle.

“Yeah, I can do that for you,” I answered.

“When we’re done here?” she insisted.

I chuckled. “Yes, Little Fox. I’ll teach you both as soon as we’re done here.”

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