Page 93 of Knot Their Safe Haven
"Oh, you're both absolutely fucked. In every sense of the word."
I'm about to respond when the front door chimes—the soft alert that someone's entered the property. We all freeze, sexual tension evaporating as survival instincts engage.
"The twins aren't due until tomorrow," Alexis says, already moving toward her phone.
"Could be staff," I offer, though my body has shifted into protective mode, arms tightening around Velvet.
The security app loads on Alexis's phone, showing the front drive. A black Town Car sits in the circular drive, engine running. The figure approaching the door is tall, silver-haired, built like someone who breaks things professionally.
"Fuck," Velvet breathes.
Knox.
"How did he?—"
"Doesn't matter." I'm already standing, setting Velvet on her feet gently but firmly. "Alexis, take her upstairs."
"No." Velvet's voice carries steel. "I'm not hiding. Guess he doesn’t believe the amnesia bullshit so he’s here to deal with things one on one."
"This isn't about hiding. It's about strategic positioning."
"It's about you thinking you need to protect me from a man I spent twenty years with."
"A man who couldn't sign papers to save your life," Alexis interjects, moving to flank Velvet's other side. "Who's now showing up uninvited to private property."
The doorbell rings—three sharp bursts that sound more like demands than requests.
"He won't leave until he sees me," Velvet says quietly.
"Then he sees you with us," I decide. “You won’t be alone with him"
We move as a unit toward the foyer, Velvet between Alexis and me, our bodies creating a protective formation she probably doesn't even realize.
The doorbell rings again, longer this time, impatient.
I open the door to find Knox mere inches from the threshold, clearly about to ring again. His grey eyes immediately find Velvet, scanning her from head to toe like he's cataloguing damage.
"You look good," he says, ignoring Alexis and me entirely.
"Knox." Velvet's voice is carefully neutral. "How did you find this place?"
"Does it matter?" He tries to step forward, but I shift slightly, blocking his path. His eyes finally acknowledge me, fury simmering beneath forced calm. "Move, boy."
"No."
The word hangs between us like a challenge.
Knox is bigger—broader shoulders, more obvious muscle, the kind of build that intimidates without trying. But I've got youth, reach, and more importantly, legal claim to the omega he's trying to reach.
"I need to talk to her."
"So talk," Alexis suggests. "From there."
Knox's attention shifts to her, and I see the moment he registers what she is—female Alpha, the pheromonesunmistakable even from distance. His confusion is almost comical.
"Who the fuck?—"
"Alexis Rosenberg." She smiles, all teeth, reintroducing herself as if to ensure Knox can’t say he forgot. "Part of Velvet's new pack. You know, the one that actually claimed her?"
