Page 89 of Knot Unwanted: Part Two

Finn cradles me in his arms, settling me on top so I’m straddling him. As soon as he slides into me, I collapse against him with a deep moan, face buried against his neck, breathing in his soothing sage and rain.

“Hey,” he murmurs, lips brushing my temple. “You with me, sunshine?”

I hum, nestling closer. “Mmm. Think so.”

His chuckle vibrates through me. “Good. Because I’m pretty sure you just rewired my brain. Three knots in an hour?” He nips my shoulder playfully. “Greedy little omega.”

My swat at his chest lacks any real force, my limbs heavy with satiated exhaustion. He captures my wrist, pressing a kiss to my palm before lacing our fingers together and pinning them on the sheets.

“Finn—” I start, but he shakes his head, his usual playfulness fading into something raw.

“Later,” he promises, tilting his head to brush a chaste kiss across my lips. “Right now, just let me hold you.”

Exhaustion weighs my limbs, but it’s agoodexhaustion—the kind that comes from being thoroughly claimed, thoroughlyloved. Finn doesn’t move, content with his hardness soaking in my heat.

After a few moments, Finn whispers my name. “Hailey…”

“Hm?”

He hesitates, then exhales. “Nothing. Just…glad you’re okay.”

There’s something beneath the words. Something heavy. The weight of everything left unsaid. But before I can respond, my eyelids droop, the pull of sleep irresistible.

For now, he just holds me—his grip tight enough to bruise, like he’s afraid I’ll vanish.

Around us, the nest shifts as the others settle in—Stone’s palm on my ankle, Jax’s growl of approval, Ren’s whispered praise. Their scents wrap around me, tethering me to this moment, to them.

Sleep pulls me under, but not before I feel it—Finn’s tears against my skin.

Chapter 19

Finn

The scent of heat still clings to the air—vanilla and honey, thick and sweet, curling into every corner of the cabin. But it’s softer now. Not the desperate, clawing thing it was before.

I watch Hailey as she sleeps, her chest rising and falling steadily. The alphas are tiptoeing around us both, their energy subdued.They’re afraid.

And I can’t blame them.

Because last night, as she’d floated on the edge of sleep in my arms, I’d realized something terrifying:

I almost lost her.

Not just to Caldwell. But to Heath. To the fucking monsters who’d dragged her away screaming while I stood there, helpless.

My fingers curl into the sheets.

Three days.

Three days since they nearly died.

Three days sinceInearly losteverything.

I brush a thumb over her cheekbone. She sighs but doesn’t wake.

Good. She needs the rest.

Careful not to jostle her, I slip from the nest, stretching my stiff muscles. Orgasming so many times has taken a lot out of me too, but I refused to leave her alone. Not after everything.

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