Page 50 of Knot Their Boo
Why didn’t they bond with me? Why aren’t we a pack?
Was this all just too good to be true?
Colter
“I want to bond with them,” I say to Taron when both omegas are finally asleep after what was hopefully the last round of their heat. “Sable deserves the pack she’s always wanted.”
“I know. Me too. But they should both get to make that choice for themselves when they’re not knee-deep in heat fog.” Taron pauses, nibbling his lip as he strokes Sable’s hair, her head in his lap. “Don’t you want to know they chose you, and didn’t just give into their hormones?”
“We wouldn’t be here if they didn’t choose us already,” I grunt as Rhian adjusts himself across my body. He’s draped over me, his head on my chest, leg slung over my hip.
“Let’s make it special for them. Give them an out if they want it. We’ll ask them in three days. At the Halloween party in front of the entire town,” Taron offers, his voice trembling, and I notice his fingers shake as he runs his fingers through Sable’s hair some more. Every time he stops, she lets out a feral growl. It’s honestly super cute.
“They won’t reject us. They’ll both say yes,” I reassure him. “Would you walk away from either of them right now if they asked what you wanted?”
“Fuck no,” he says without hesitation, but then his face falls, the pain of the past stealing his joy. “But I never wanted to walk away from Sable before either. She left me,” he explains, andall of his hesitation makes so much more sense now. He’s still hung up on that rejection. I knew she left town, obviously, but I didn’t know how things ended when they parted ways. I guess I assumed it was mutual.
“She’s yours, Taron. Wherever she goes from now on, you’ll go too. We all will. Give her the chance to show you that, and have confidence in her. In them both,” I say, glancing over at him as best I can with an omega acting as a blanket, weighing me down. “They’re our scent matches,” I add softly, something we both realized as soon as their heats started. Do the omegas know? The only way for alphas to tell is when the omega goes into heat. But it’s a little different for omegas.
“Yeah they are,” he nods. “I wasn’t sure at first, but when I went into a rut fucking Rhian as he fucked Sable,” Taron smirks, grinning down at the girl in his lap. “It fucking hit me. They’re meant to be our mates.”
“So let's show the entire town who they belong to,” I say, chuckling when Rhian grumbles, frowning as he nuzzles into my neck, clearly over me disturbing his nap. “We’ll make them ours,” I whisper, and Taron nods.
“On Halloween. We’ll bond them, so everyone knows we’re a pack. That we belong to them, and they belong to us,” he agrees, adjusting so he can pull Sable up into his arms, curving around her spine, making her the little spoon and himself the big spoon.
Who’d have thought the psycho stalker could be so sweet.
SABLE
It’s been three days since my heat ended. Plum was kind enough to assist Bee in keeping the shop open for me while I was, ahem, busy…
With their help, I didn’t have too much extra work when I returned two days ago.
Unfortunately, with all of us having jobs we need to return to, we had to go our separate ways. The group chat helps alleviate the strain of being away from each other all day.
Fortunately, though, none of them left me alone for long, and over the last two days, the longest I’ve been alone is maybe two hours. It’s almost like they coordinated, so I wouldn’t be left alone for long.
Are they worried I’ll run away again? No… no, that seems silly. They must know I’m not going anywhere. These men are mine.
Today is probably the busiest day of the year for me, since it’s Halloween. All day, shoppers have been stopping by between getting ready for tonight, and I’ve once again sold out of all candles. Well, almost all of them. I have a box stashed in the back that I won’t be selling anymore because they smell like my guys. Something I’m no longer willing to share.
And despite some of the sideways looks I’ve been receiving today, it’s been a decent day. Plus, I love Halloween.
Passing out candy with Grams was always one of my favorite ways to spend Halloween night. I stopped wanting to trick or treat when I was still young.
I preferred dressing up with Grams and Bee so we could pass out candy at the shop. Plum joined us when we were about ten, and it became one of my favorite traditions. Five years of trying to replicate this out in the world failed miserably, until last year. I’m just grateful that last year I decided to come home for a short two-day visit on Halloween.
Grams, Bee, Plum, and I all passed out candy before getting drunk on margaritas while watchingPractical Magicon repeat. I should have come home for Christmas too. If only I had known they would be my last with Grams… but we’ll always have Halloween.
“I miss you so fucking much,” I whisper to the mirror as I adjust her witches hat on my head. She loved dressing up all month long, but every year since I can remember, on Halloween night, Grams and Bee were always witches.
“If the town is going to accuse us of being witches, we might as well look the part!”
This year I’m honoring her tradition by wearing part of her costume. Mainly, her favorite witches hat.
Plum: Running a little behind. Be there soon.
Sable: No worries.
