Page 6 of Knot a Tie
“Because you’re here and…” He glares at me and then huffs. “I’m frustrated.”
“No shit, Sherlock. Look, I’m in the same boat as you, but we decided to try to find Blueberry-muffins. If you need to go and knot an omega, go.” I make a shooing motion with my hands to make my point.
“Will you?” It’s almost pleading.
I shake my head.
“Then I won’t either,” he growls, getting his back up. Mind you, his back is that far up already, he might as well go and live in Notre Dame.
“How about we take a road trip?” I say soothingly, knowing how to calm the beast that is simmering under James’ less-than-cool exterior. “One last visit, make a concerted effort and if we get nowhere, we sit down and talk about letting her go?”
I have zero intention of letting her go, but James needssomethingbefore he tears me a new one for breathing in his direction. My own beast is about ready to burst out, and no one wants that. Least of all him. Least of allme.
He nods slowly, his thinking face on. “Has it really come to this?” he sighs.
“’Fraid so.”
“Bollocks.”
“Yep.”
“You don’t really mean that, do you?” he asks, slumping into his big, comfy-looking, black leather desk chair.
No. “Yes.”
“One last road trip. We stay overnight and we don’t stop hunting.”
“Deal.”
He raises his chin at me in acknowledgment, and off I go to pack an overnight bag. Crossing the white, marble-tiled hallway and up the thick, white carpeted stairs, I make my way to my bedroom. It’s airy and light with a wooden floor and huge four-poster, king size bed in the middle of the room. Stripping off, I flex my shoulders, relieved to be free from the burden of clothes. Naked is much more freeing. Pulling a bag out from inside the wardrobe, I go around the room, throwing a few things in that I might need overnight and then pause. A shiver goes down my spine. I tense up and look over my shoulder, but of course, no one is there.
“What the fuck was that?”
An omen?
A sign?
Destiny knocking?
Who can guess?
All I know is, it was creepy as fuck and encourages me to hurry up. Reluctantly, I put my clothes back on, a white t-shirt and black combat pants, black boots and a black cashmere coat. Picking up my bag, I head down the stairs and run into the very irritated William on my way down.
“Where are you going?” the giant, dark-haired alpha snaps at me, giving my overnight bag the stink eye with his spooky black eyes.
“One last visit to see if we can find the omega. If we fail, then we vote as a pack to find a mate as soon as possible.”
He grunts, an alpha of few words. He hunches his shoulders. “Were you going to invite me?”
“You’d have to ask James.” No way am I being the one to tell the ferocious alpha that he can’t come on the road trip. I like my head attached to my shoulders.
“Invite you where?” Cameron asks, appearing out of nowhere. “Can I come?”
I groan. The baby of the pack at only twenty-eight, he is like a joyful, light blonde-haired puppy. It’s irritating as fuck on days like today where I just want to focus and get on with shit.
Luckily, I’m saved by the bell…or bellow, in this case.
“Spence, move your arse!” James yells up the stairs.
