Page 55 of A Knotty Road Trip

“Yeah, it was just a flesh wound. He will be A-okay in no time. But he said to prepare a room for the doctor. We should maybe do the spare room by the garage. Less risk of another omega’s scent getting in the house.”

“Smart, okay according to the interweb, we need items with our scent on them, cozy blankets. We already bought the curtains. Lube, we should get some of that for our room, and things to keep her hydrated and fed, if she chooses to eat.”

“Shit, what if we all go into a rut and fuck ourselves to death?” he blurts, and I toss my head back laughing.

“What a way to die, amiright?” I joke, and he glares at me.

“This isn’t funny, Angel. We have never done this shit before. What if we kill Belle. Fuck, I need to..” he starts to hyperventilate. I drop the clothes on the floor and rush over to him.

“Beck, breathe, deep breaths. I won’t let anything happen to you, Belle or Tate. You’re my family. I would die before any harm came to you. Listen to my voice.”

I place his hand on my chest and let him feel the deep breaths as I take them. He soon calms and falls into my arms for a hug. I may not love him like Tate does, but he’s still my best friend.

The broken boy that would sneak into our treehouse and hide when his mother was on a bender. The one that I would buy new clothes for and tell him they were too small for me, so his pants didn’t have holes and shoes weren't pinching his toes.

I meant what I said. I would die for Beck. He is my brother, my pack, my family, and nothing is going to change that.

I pat his back, and he nods. “Thanks. I’m sorry that I’m not stronger. I’ll sterilize the room for the doctor. You get her nest ready the best you can. After this heat we will take her shopping for anything she may want. I can’t believe she’s really ours… We get to keep her… I think finally our family is complete.”

He spins and rushes off for the medical supplies we keep in the garage. This isn’t the first time we have needed a house call from the doctor.

A few minutes later, after I place all our scent-covered clothes onto the giant bed we have in the room we were making for Belle, I hear the garage door open.

“Angel,” Tate shouts, and I can smell her. Holy shit. My legs shake as I run out into the hall and down the stairs to the living room.

“She smells like minty chocolate,” I groan, and Beck laughs.

“Yeah, I’m glad your blockers wore off, because I have been going crazy all week,” he groans, then takes Belle from Ken.

“I’ll leave you three to take care of your omega. I will stop by daily and leave things to eat out on the patio,” he says, then smacks me on the shoulder and walks back outside.

“The doctor is already waiting for you, Tate,” Beck says, and he gives Belle a longing look.

“She’s out of it now, but she told me in the car on the way here that she’s really pissed off at us, but she’s fallen for us and if she asks for your bite to give it to her. But she said, and I quote, ‘We will be having a long talk in a few days.’” He shakes his head and laughs, smirking, then wincing.

“Tate, go get patched up. We will take good care of our omega,” Beck assures, and Tate leans over and kisses Belle’s head, sighs, then walks off. I watch Beck as he almost follows, then stops himself.

“Come on. Let’s get her upstairs, so when she wakes up again, we are all ready,” I suggest, and he nods.

“I can’t believe she’s really ours. I’d thought she was, and I’d hoped, but now…”

Turning, he looks at me and I can see lightness in his blue eyes. Belle has changed us all for the better, but for Beck this was more.

“She’s not going anywhere,” I tell him, and he grins.

Once we have Belle placed in the middle of the mattress, Beck runs downstairs to check on Tate while I plug in the twinkling lights we hung on the ceiling. It is Christmas after all… Well in a few days.

Might as well make this festive. We also have some books around us. It just felt right for Belle to have them in her nest. The shelves will come in a few days.

Whimpering on the bed has my focus pulled back to my omega. My cock is painfully hard for her right now, and my knot aches. Stripping my clothes, I climb onto the bed and pull her against my chest.

“Alpha,” she purrs, and my eyes roll back. I think I’m going to have a problem with her heat. I have heard about ruts, and I already struggled to control myself around my vixen.

“Shhh, I have you, baby. How are you feeling?” I ask, and she whimpers, wiggling around until her face is between my throat and shoulder.

“You lied to me. You're mine, and you let me go,” she whimpers as she slicks all down my leg. “I should hate you, but I don’t, and I need you, Angel.” Looking up at me her face isflushed, but I notice a dark shadow along her cheek, and a tiny cut on the corner of her upper lip.

I growl, and she trembles, but not in fear. I would never hurt her. I will protect her and whoever put their hands on her will pay.

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