Page 33 of Knot My Omega

I looked up, trying to figure out how to tell Lily that something else was taking precedence over her. The conversation the four of us were having was important and also not one we could put off while I figured out how to deal with my family shit. But also, the family shit in question had to be important.

It shouldn’t have be a surprise that Roan had my back. His eyes were wide. I didn’t know if he understood fully what was happening, but he knew it was serious and that I wasn’t hovering my finger over the “accept” button on a whim.

“Benji, if you need to answer that, do it. No one here will think less of you.” His words were exactly what I needed to hear.

I stood up, answering the phone as I walked across the room, my beast hating every second what was happening. I did too, but if I didn’t listen to what Tyrone had to say, my gut said I’d regret it for the rest of my life.

“Tyrone?

“Tyrone, is everything okay? Please speak.”

Silence had never been his gift, and that had my stomach ready to revolt. It had to be bad. Really, really bad.

“I have some news about Sylvia.” His voice was low, nearly too quiet for me to hear even with my shifter hearing.

Sylvia was my half-sister, the “bastard demon child” of the family who I wasn’t supposed to know existed. Her omega mother died when I was a young teen, and she’d been dropped on our doorstep. Tyrone had been the one to find her that day. We were still so young, but we both knew my father and what would happen to her if he found her. We’d done our best to protect her, but ultimately failed. She was taken from us years too soon, in the dead of night, and I wasn’t even allowed tomourn her or say her name out loud ever again. The time I did…Let’s just say that’s how I got the scar on my back.

My stomach dropped. “Did they catch the bastards?” I’d always assumed it was my father, but years later, I heard rumblings it was his enemies and the real target had been me, making her death my fault.

“I don’t know about that, but I think she’s alive.”

I opened my mouth to ask how, but nothing came out.

“If my intel is right, the window to get her is short. Meet me where we said. I’ll call you back.”

I turned back to face my pack. Lily’s heat was coming. She needed us. She needed me to be needed.

But my sister might be alive. Might be another terrifying variable in play. I dared not get my hopes up too high. The wounds from her loss were still so close to the surface. I didn’t think I could bear losing her again.

“Benji, what is it?” Lily grabbed my hand. “Your face is telling me… Your eyes, your scent are all telling me a million things, and I can’t decipher any of it.”

“They think Sylvia is alive.”

Roan and Harlan both gasped behind her, and Lily for a split second looked like her heart was breaking in two.

“She’s my half-sister. One my father never wanted to exist. Everyone thought she was dead. We had a funeral. But she might be alive and, if so, she needs help.”

“You need to go get her.” There was no hesitation in Lily’s voice.

“But your heat is coming. You’re my mate, I am supposed to put you above all others.” It was a vow I’d made to myself.

“Benji.” Her hands were on my cheeks, holding me so that I was watching her. “I was once an omega in need, and I was rescued. You’re a good man, an amazing alpha, and I love thatyou want to be here for me, but your sister is more important. You need to go to her. I need you to go to her.”

She dropped her hand and pulled her shirt collar down over her shoulder.

“Mark me. Mark me now. Your promise to me that you’ll come back with your sister safe at your side. And it’ll be my promise to you that I’ll be here when you return and that nothing between us will have changed. I will be yours and you will be mine.”

The phone rang again, and this time, before I answered it, my beast lunged forward, taking control of my human form. My canines elongated and then latched onto her shoulder—marking her as mine.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Lily

When I first came to stay in the house with the guys, it had felt wonderful. Like home, and while there was a strong attraction there, it wasn’t such that I was willing to tear down my walls for sex with them. It was still too scary to complete the connection with mating. I’d almost convinced myself that we could go on just as we were, if not forever, for a long time.

But as the days went by, after our conversation about heat, I began to get more aware of them. When we slept together in my bed, I didn’t sleep all that much, too conscious of them, of their bodies and their breathing and their scents. They had always smelled amazing, but now it was as if I couldn’t be anywhere in the house without it filling my nose. I was constantly looking around to find them, see where they were.

Finally, one afternoon, I shut myself in my room for a nap. I tossed and turned because my sheets held their scent, but finally I drifted off, into a series of erotic dreams that ended when the door opened.

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