Page 54 of A Knotty Road Trip

“Please Russel, we are both men of business, fathers, and now in-laws. I beg of you. You can’t do this!” Belle’s father screams as he and Kella are taken from the room.

“No,” I grunt, removing myself from Belle, and attempting to sit. Rich helps me, but I shove his assistance away.

I don’t trust him and our friendship at this point, count it over. I watch as he realizes how much he fucked up.

Walking away, he leans against the door. His hazel eyes gleaming with hurt.

We were his friends.

“I need to get Belle home. She’s in heat,” I tell my dad, and he looks at my shoulder gushing blood. “Send the doctor to the house. Ken will drive us home. She needs her other scent matches, Dad.”

“Wait, she’s your match? I thought she was just Beck’s… Oh, son, this is wonderful news. Okay, hurry home and call me in a few days. I’d like to meet my new daughter properly… and with more clothes on.”

Even in the midst of all this drama, he makes me laugh. Tears fill my eyes and I sniffle. Fuck I am not going to be able to handle him not being around. I pretend it’s because of the pain, and when he hugs me, I squeeze him tight.

“I love you, Dad,” I tell him, and he gives me a big smile.

“I love you too, Tate. I always have and always will. Thank you for giving an old man his wishes.”

Belle groans from the couch, and Rich steps closer. “I’m only going to help bring her to the car for you,” he offers, and I nod. I don’t think I could right now.

“Fine, but then pack your bags and get the fuck out of our house,” I mutter, and he nods with a sad sigh leaving him.

“For what it’s worth. I’m sorry, and I will explain everything.”

He picks Belle up gently, and we walk out of the house to the car. Ken hands me a towel to stop the bleeding, and I roll my eyes.

Out of everyone in that damn room, he’s the only one to think to give me something.

Shit, Nina, is going to kill me for leaving a blood trail on her freshly polished floors. I groan thinking of the ass whooping I am going to be getting from our maid the next time I visit.

Once we are in the car, I call Angel and tell him everything that happened.

I hope they are ready for our needy omega.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

ANGEL

“She’s in heat?” I shout, and Beck comes running into the kitchen. We have been preparing a nest just for Belle all afternoon. Partly to keep our mind off Tate meeting an omega and the other because Belle is ours, and she will need her own space.

“Yes, so get the dirty laundry, blankets, pillows, anything you can find. And prepare for a doctor to stop by. Kella stabbed me,”he groans, and I freeze, my mouth dropping open.

What the fuck? How in the fuck?

“You were stabbed? By Kella! Bitch is so dead. Forget removing her key card access. Let me burn her house down.”

“Ugh, we can’t… Well not until Belle says it’s okay. Kella is her sister. It’s a long story. I will tell you later, but don’t forget bottles of water and snacks. Hurry. We will be home in fifteen minutes.”

He ends the call, and Beck is pacing. His eyes wide and frantic. “Who is in heat? Is it Belle? The new omega? BecauseI don’t think I can handle fucking someone else, Angel. I can't because my heart physically aches, and my cock is soft.”

I laugh, shaking my head as I walk to the laundry room. I’m glad we were too tired last night to wash any clothes.

Beck grabs his phone and starts googling what we need for a heat, and I’m ashamed to admit how unprepared we are for this.

“The omega is Belle. She’s ours, Beck. Oh and Tate married and bonded with her, and Belle’s sister, Kella, the skank, stabbed him.”

“What the fuck,” he shouts, chasing after me. “Is Tate okay? Where was he stabbed?”

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