Page 57 of A Knotty Road Trip

I can’t wait until we fill this house with joy and children. I said I didn’t need an omega, but I was wrong. I should havenever let my past and trauma get in the way of my pack's happiness. Looking back at my laptop screen, I finished filling out the paperwork to officially claim Belle.

She’s not only my wife, she’s my omega, and that won’t ever change.

“I’m so hungry,” Belle moans, running to the stove and eating the bacon before it’s had a chance to cool. “Oh, fuck, shit, that’s so hot,” she mumbles, and I laugh.

Realizing that I’m in the room, I watch as her cheeks blush. I love that. I hope it never changes. Even after having her in every way possible, covering her in my cum. I love how innocent and shy she acts.

“Good morning, hubby,” she sasses, leaning over the counter, giving me a peek of her naked breast under Angel’s tank-top she must have snatched.

Laughing, I roll my eyes. “Good afternoon, wife,” I reply, and she rolls her eyes. Flipping her hair, she takes a band and throws it up into a messy bun, leaving a tendril down on each side of her face.

The bruising on her cheek is fading, but it’s now yellow. “I’m going to kill him for putting his hands on you,” I growl, and she perfumes, making my knot ache.

“Belle,” I grunt, and she blushes even more.

“Sorry. But I can’t help it,” she whines and walks closer to me. She runs her finger along my bandage and looks me in the eyes. “I’m sorry Kella hurt you. She’s always been evil.”

I wrap my arm around her, turning and pulling her between my thighs. “I would take a million stab wounds if it kept you safe, baby,” I mutter and then groan.

“Okay, I love you, but you need to go put some panties on. You’re making a mess on the floor, and we have things to do today.”

“Like…”

“Well first we need to deal with your family, then the guys and I have an interview…”

“Yes, about that! Why didn’t you tell me you were Knotty fucking Trip!”

Crossing her arms, she gives me the cutest glare.

“That’s my fault. We have been burned too many times. Fans pretending they didn’t know who we were only to take photos, or find things out that they could sell to the media.” I sigh, and close my eyes. “I’m sorry, Belle, but I had to protect my family.”

I feel her hand brush my cheek, and I open my eyes.

“I understand, Tate, but no more lies okay. I have been controlled and given half truths my whole life. I don’t want that from my alphas too.”

“No worries, Vixen,” Angel says, entering the kitchen. He’s freshly showered and ready for the day.

Belle perfumes again, and I really need some space from her. I’d like nothing more than to knot her and breed her, but we can’t. I wasn’t lying, we have so much to do, and we still need to talk.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

BELLE

This week has been a nonstop roller coaster. Not only are my father and sister in jail, but I am officially claimed. Legally that is. I’ve been these alpha’s omegas since the moment we bonded in that hotel room.

Who would have thought a canceled flight would have caused all this to happen?

Since my heat ended, the guys have spoiled me rotten. Even though I keep telling them to stop. I don’t need anything fancy. I just need them. Their love. But I have been having fun decorating my nest.

They did a great job of making me feel safe, but the colors are all wrong. I don’t think I ever want to see twinkling lights again, or purple. My childhood bedroom ruined that for me. But still the gesture was sweet.

Tonight is the charity event, and I am excited to see them sing live. I finally confessed the other night that I do like their music, but because of Kella’s infatuation I avoided it.

For the last five years it’s been non-stop “Knotty Trip this” and “I’m going to marry them that”. It’s just exhausting, but now that she’s no longer a thorn in my side, I can sit back and enjoy my alpha’s dream.

I wait backstage as they run around, finalizing anything needed. I have sat through dress rehearsals, wardrobe and makeup. Beckett sits next to me, speaking into a headset and he leans over, giving me a quick kiss.

He has been smiling more, and it makes me happy. A woman with dark hair in a sparkly dress and stiletto boots, rushes over here, shoving me aside and gives Beck a huge hug. I growl and her eyes widen.

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