Page 40 of Knot My MC
Fuck.
Go into heat,Axel’s voice tears through my mind.
No. This can’t be happening.
Maybe it’s not my heat though. I haven’t had much of anything to eat today. It’s natural for my body to want food. I’ve been through a lot, and I’ve held myself together, but maybe my body is trying to tell me it needs a break. No more drama, at least not right now.
“I’m hungry and tired.” And sad.That’s it.That’s all it can be. I sigh. “Can we drop it?”
“If that’s what you want,” Knox says.
“It is.” I look toward the clubhouse. “Do you guys live here?” The place is big enough.
“We have our own apartment, away from the main area and other rooms.”
Privacy.
Maybe that’s what I need. A moment alone to process.
To find a way out.
Though, a foolish part of me wonders what it might be like to stay.
They are alphas, and I’m an omega. By nature, we were meant to be together. I want them to want me. I want to feel the way I felt with them right before I broke, how I felt right before they gripped my fragile heart in their hands and crushed it. I want them to look at me like I’m their entire world. It’s foolish, but true. Iwant. And that alone will be my downfall.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
CROW
We take Kiki inside. I walk next to her while Knox leads the way. Jag brings up the rear. Between the three of us, we form a blockade to save her from prying eyes. No one knew where we went tonight. No one knows we bought an omega. No one knows who she is or what she means to us.
I want to stop and tell them all,she’s ours. But I don’t. She wouldn’t like that. She’s pissed at us, and I don’t blame her. I run my fingers over my thumb and try hard to keep my leg from dipping. We make it all the way to the back hall of the clubhouse before it finally gives a little. Kiki’s gaze burns into me.
She noticed.
I don’t glance at her. I keep my eyes ahead and pretend like nothing’s changed. I pretend like I’m still that guy she used to share blunts with. Alphas aren’t weak. We protect our pack and keep them safe. My leg hinders my ability to do that a little, but I can still do what needs to be done.
Some days are worse than others.
Knox stops in front of a big black steel door and pulls out his keys, unlocking it and letting us all pass through to the private hallway that leads us to our apartment. We didn’t always live here, but after spending most of our time at the clubhouse, we finally decided to convert half of it into a small but comfortable three bedroom suite.
I pull ahead and unlock the door to the apartment. When I open the door, I wait for Kiki to pass by but she doesn’t move. She stares into the open-concept suite. We’ve never needed much space to call a place home, but with the way she’s staring, I kind of wish we had something better to offer her.
Kiki’s dad’s house was huge. I remember the first time we drove by it to make sure she got in safely after sneaking out. It was at least two-thousand square feet, an unusually large place for a low-pack beta, but if Wrecker is anything like Hell Hounds, he makes good money.
Or he did.
I side-eye her. She’s been holding herself together pretty well. Her dad meant the world to her. She has to be hurting. We stand awkwardly, but I wait her out. Knox and Jag are content to wait too. She has to be the one to take the first step. She has to enter of her own accord, though the circumstances are less than ideal. We paid for her like we were buying a damn car.
It makes me sick, but we got her out of there. We saved her from Axel; it was never about owning her.
Kiki can’t be owned.
She can be ours, if only she’d let herself.
Her hesitation gives me a chance to study the ink on her arm. My fingers clench slightly, a thread of jealousy rushing through at the sight of someone else’s artwork on her body. It’s a basic design, nothing special. Nothing that hints that the artist wanted it to mean something to her. There’s no reason to be jealous. It’s only a flower. A beautiful one, but the tattoo artist was already mated. I made sure of it when Kiki left the studio. He didn’t appreciate me storming into his shop, but once he made it clear he wasn’t interested, I left.
“Come on, Kiks,” Jag murmurs. “Scared?”
