Page 118 of In Knots

Chapter 32

There are people pacing outside the garage as we pull up half an hour later. Ryan’s mum, a woman I don’t know, and Sadie, as well as two or three older alpha’s from the motorcycle club. They all turn to watch us as we sail into the yard and then come to crowd around the bikes.

“Oh, thank goodness!” Ryan’s mum says, wrapping me in a hug before I even climb off the bike. “They found you! And are you OK, my love?”

“I’m fine” I say, jumping off the bike, immediately, swinging around and blinking against the bright light.

Are my men all here?

Yes, they are. Cam, Bear, Buzz and Ryan. I see them all. All of them. I count just to be sure. And examine their faces.

They look roughed up, I can’t deny it. But they are here. All of them here.

I rush to Bear first, his lips a bloody mess, one eye swollen and closed up, and his white T-shirt stained red. I fling my arms around his neck and sob on his shoulder. He twines his huge arms around me and rubs his hand down my back.

“Hey hot cheeks,” he chuckles, “what’s wrong?”

“Your face! You’re hurt!” I mumble on his shoulder.

“Just a scratch. I’m doing fine. The other guy?” he shakes his head, “he won’t be bothering you ever again.” He pulls me a little away so he can peer down into my face. “How about you? How are you doing?”

The other alphas come to stand with us, Buzz’s hand resting on my shoulder, Ryan kissing my wet cheek.

“Good,” I say. “I’m good now I’m back with you.”

“Where you belong,” Ryan whispers into my ear, nuzzling my lobe.

I grab handfuls of shirt and tug all four of them towards me until I’m engulfed in one huge alpha hug. I’m so happy, my heart so full, it could almost burst.

We must look silly standing in the garage; a bride dressed in her gleaming white dress, four bikers with their faces bruised and battered, their jackets torn.

I love it. I wish I had my camera.

“Let’s go inside, hot cheeks,” Bear says.

But I refuse to let go of them and they laugh as we shuffle towards the garage as a group.

Anne’s anxious gaze swings between us, taking in the bloodied faces of the motorcycle club. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”

“Let’s get Alexa inside,” Cam says. “And we can talk about it.”

“I need to clean up those cuts,” Anne says, her face nearly as white as my dress.

“Cup of tea first, Mum,” Ryan tells her

“I think I need something stronger,” I mutter.

The pack hustles me inside with Sadie bounding along beside us and everyone else on our heels. Ryan’s mum fills the kettle from the tap and flicks the switch. Then she turns, leaning her hip against the counter, examining me caught between the embraces of my alphas.

“Well, what can I say,” she says. “You do make a very beautiful bride.”

I snort.

“Ahh,” Sadie says, wagging his finger at me. “Don’t you go badmouthing my hard work when I just saved your arse.”

“It was you?” I ask.

“Of course, it was me!” A crinkle forms through his foundation. “I said we omegas have to stick together. I had to tell your pack.”

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