Page 53 of Knot Their Boo
“Trick or treat!” a white sheet ghost hollers as their big brother helps them up the steps.
The teenager looks ready to bolt, but as his younger sibling hollers cheerfully about the regular-sized candy bars in the cauldron, his face lights up.
“I’m eating that one right now!” he howls with an aggressive growl for a pint-sized kid.
“Mom said you could only have three tonight.” Big Brother sighs, waving a little goodbye as he helps the kid down the stairs.
“Mom ain’t here. You are!” I hear the little kid announce as they make their way across the street toward the coffee shop.
“He was spirited,” Bee chuckles. “This is a good night, it’s good to have you girls here.” She glances up at my hat, pointing to it. “I sure fucking miss my best friend though.”
Thank you, Bee, for ripping my heart out and destroying it. Tears fill my eyes, and I nod.
“I really miss her too. I think this is the first time you’ve said that,” I say, sniffling as Plum reaches over to squeeze my hand. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I guess it’s just nice to know someone else misses her as badly as I do.”
“She’s my best friend. We won’t be apart long, dear. I’ll be reunited with her again soon enough,” Bee says with a gentle smile, “but moments like this make me miss that old bitch.” We all crack up laughing at her insult, clinking jars, and it effectively breaks the sad tension.
The rest of the night isn’t so bad with Bee and Plum by my side.
The alphas both check in several times each to make sure I’m still going to the party, since we agreed to meet there after the trick or treating festivities. I’d wanted them to join us, but they both had something important to do, and Rhian is working the pumpkin patch trick or treat.
After my fourth check in text, I even get a message from a very confused Rhian.
Rhian: Are the alphas also nagging you about going to the party? I’ve told them both four times EACH that I’ll definitely be there.
Sable: I think they’re just excited to see us.
Rhian: Should I be worried they’re plotting something?
Sable: Like what? Ohhh, do you think they’ll chase us again? That ended very well last time.
Rhian: No, more like… Actually, that doesn’t sound so bad.
Sable: See you soon.
By the time Plum and I are heading to the bar, I don’t feel as nervous as I had been over the last several hours. Especially with thoughts of haunted house chases filling my mind. Of course, I should have known everyone would be on their best behavior in front of their kids.
SABLE
“Skank,” Someone behind me hisses, but when I try to see exactly who the fuck had the audacity, Plum yanks me away, shoving me closer to the bar. We’ve been here for three minutes. Literally. I haven’t even had time to text the guys and let them know I’ve arrived. I did let them know when we were on the way however so I guess they’ll find me eventually.
“I will literally stab you, Vickie!” Plum threatens, pointing two fingers at her own eyes, before aiming them at Vickie with a vicious snarl. I snort, shaking the insult from Vickie off, especially when she gasps at my bestie’s reaction. Plum makes that easier. Dealing with people who suck. But then again, she makes everything easier.
I frown when I catch the familiar scent of an alpha, but don’t see him.
Is Taron doing his little stalker thing again? Is he aware how unnerving that is? Or that it’s also kind of hot…
“You can stab me all you like,” a slightly familiar masculine voice growls, and I glance over at Plum with wide eyes when Rhian’s younger brother, Benson, cozies up to her. I seem to have missed a chapter…
“Oh, you would love that, wouldn’t you, Benny,” Plum scoffs, shimmying away from the alpha as he watches her like a hawk. He’s dressed as some kind of killer. No shirt, just a naked upper body covered in fake blood, and a fake knife tucked into his brown work belt.
“Benson, leave the women alone. Plum will come find you if she needs you,” Rhian says as he grips his brother's shoulder and tugs him away from Plum who’s ordering us drinks.
“What about you, did you find what you need?” I ask Rhian with a flirty smile, happy to see another friendly face. He’s once again dressed as a sexy scarecrow, his honeyed hay, apple cider, and cinnamon bark scent making me relax with one breath.
“Of course,” Rhian winks.
“I’ll be right back,” Plum hollers over the music after grabbing her drink. Her scent turns frostier, and I watch her march away from us.
