Page 31 of A Knotty Road Trip

I may have been testing her, but it didn't mean I'd planned to let her get far.

CHAPTER TEN

TATE

When the train stops and the door opens I have a bad feeling immediately wash over me. Something is wrong. Stepping into the hall, we pass the baggage claim area, but there is absolutely no one around.

“Fuck, we missed her,” Angel groans, running his fingers through his hair. He opted to wear comfortable clothes today and I think he’s got my sweatpants on. It’s an odd sight and I feel as if we are in the Twilight Zone or something.

“Well she left her number. Maybe just call her,” I suggest, and Beck looks at me. He’s nibbling on his bottom lip, and my cock twitches.

Last night was insane, and for a split second there, I actually started to consider making Belle our omega. Scent match or not. She fit so seamlessly into our family, but she fucked that up when she left.

She never should have made Beck cry. It wasn’t necessary to sneak out like some thief in the night. Tip-toeing and leavingsome bullshit note. I carried her on my back. That means something when I usually don’t let women near me.

“This is the makings of a slasher flick,” Angel comments as we continue to walk down the deserted halls. Security isn’t even at the gates. Soft Christmas music hits my ears, and we follow it toward the huge tree that’s lit up.

A woman is singing and her voice is incredible, echoing through the empty space. As we get closer the blonde curls begin to look familiar.

Beck stops as we’re still out of view. “Wow, she can sing,” he says with awe and Angel smirks. I can see the wheels turning in his head.

“No, she is not joining the band. Don’t even think about it,” I grunt, and he sighs.

“Why not?” he whines, and I cross my arms. “Poppie is performing with us for the holiday event, but Belle could do back ups. Then she wouldn’t have to return to her evil family.”

He’s going to make me be the bad guy. “Because we don’t know her. Our naked asses might not be all over social media yet, but it could still happen. She left while we slept. How do you know that she didn’t do anything?”

“I know because deep inside I can feel that she’s not that type of person, Tate.”

“You don’t know that for certain, Angel.”

Ignoring me, he keeps walking over to the omega that’s twisting us up inside. She doesn’t notice us and keeps singing her heart out. She really is beautiful. The lights from the tree shine against her hair, making her look angelic, but appearances can be deceiving.

“You left,” Angel says behind her, making her squeak, and spin to face us with her hand on her chest.

Beck groans, and I look at him. His nose is scrunched. Raising an eyebrow, he leans closer to whisper in my ear.

“She smells like peppermint smores when she's scared. My cock is dripping,” he groans, pressing himself to me.

I can feel his hardness on my hip, and now I'm growing hard.

“Angel, hi,” Belle says, giving him a big smile, and I can see the tension leave his shoulders.

“Why didn't you wake us?” Beck asks, ignoring his cock for the moment.

Belle's cheeks darken, and she pushes some stray hair behind her ear. “Last night was amazing. If I could have stayed in bed, I wouldn't have minded a second or third performance, but I have to get home… somehow.”

“Well if you had waited, then you would know we have a ride to LA, and we're hoping you would come with us,” Beck snipes, and Belle frowns.

“I'm sorry. I didn't want to impose. You all did so much already.”

“Not an imposition, Vixen, we would have told you if we didn't want you around,” Angel says, moving closer and placing his palm on her cheek.

I watch Beck's hands fist and start to shake. I know he wishes he could be the one to comfort and touch her, but he holds himself back.

I understand, but if she is his scent match things are going to have to change.

“If you're sure? I'd love a ride. All the rentals are booked, and my father said I could lease a car, but the dealerships nearby are closed down due to the storm and holiday.”

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