Page 73 of Knot your Princess
“I don’t want to anymore. It’s dragged me down for so many years, now that I want to build a life with Sophia, I need to let it go.”
Trent nods. “But don’t feel that you need to act differently. She wants you for you. All brooding and shit.”
I snort, as does Atlas. “It’s part of my charm, obviously.”
“Let’s go and find her,” Atlas says. “She must be feeling a bit out of sorts with everything that’s happened in the last few hours. Not to mention…”
We both glare at Trent, but I get in there first. “Didn’t think to use protection, arsehole?”
He blushes, which is really nerdy of him. “It wasn’t a priority when she threw herself at me.”
“Ooh, burn,” Atlas remarks with a loud laugh. “You’d better be ecstatic about the consequences, or you are going to have two very pissed-off brothers to kick your entitled arse.”
“I’m over the moon,” he says with a soft smile.
I feel that he means it, and I’m glad. Sophia deserves to have the father of her child in her life, loving her and them. I’m a bit jealous, but I’ll get over it. I plan to ask for the same courtesy at some point, and I hope she will agree. I have a feeling I won't be the only one. It seems we all have some making up to do for the sins of the past.
“Hey,” Sophia says, sidling up to us with Nico. “Everything okay here?”
“Perfect,” I say, leaping off the table and going to her. I wrap my arms around her, kiss her soundly, and nip her bottom lip. “Are you okay?”
She smiles at my concern for her wellbeing. “Yeah, I think we are all square. Unless anyone has anything else they want to say or tell me, or whatever?”
When everyone shakes their heads in response, I say eagerly. “When can we mate?”
She laughs and looks at Trent but her green gaze meets mine. “Soon. I want to be mated before I tell my parents about the baby.”
“Probably for the best,” I murmur.
“Thank fuck,” Trent says, “Your mother is about ready to kill me as it is. I need all the protection I can get.”
I snicker and punch his shoulder. “Big badass scared of a little omega.”
“Pah! You would be, too, if she had you in her sights. She’s fucking fierce.”
“Doing what omegas do best: protecting those that they care about.”
“No doubt.”
We all laugh and then sober up when Sophia asks. “What are you going to do about the box?”
“We’ll open it, when we’re ready,” Cain says.
“Trent and I have been looking for it for a very long time, but until Cain is ready, then we leave it be.”
“Are you sure?” she asks, her gaze on Trent.
He nods, a faraway look in his eye. “The past is the past. We have a future to look forward to. I think we are all in agreement on that.”
“Cain…”
“I’m okay,” I say as she trails off. “Or, I will be with you and these arseholes by my side. It’s a long road, but I’m actually on it now instead of still by the side of it.”
“Ouch,” Atlas mutters.
“Too soon,” Trent pipes up.
Sophia smiles sadly. “Whenever you are ready to talk about it with me, or even if you never do, I’m here for you, all of you. I need to know that we are all going to be happy and secure and not be defensive or pull away when things get rough.”
