Page 10 of Knot a Bad Idea

“Sleep well,” I say, turning and heading down the hallway before I say something stupid.

But I’m not even to the foyer before I’m cornered against a wall, light blue eyes gazing into mine.

He cups my face in his hands and kisses me softly. I freeze in his hold, my mouth parting in surprise as he tastes me. But it’s over before I can reciprocate, and he steps back, his oceanic scent swirling around me.

“Sleep well,” he echoes.

I feel the ghost of his kiss on my lips until I fall asleep.

2

HUNTER

Something’s wrong with Donovan.

And I mean more than usual.

I’m cloud fucking nine right now, and he’s seriously trying to ruin the vibe.

I just knotted my girl, and he’s acting like someone fuckingdied.

“You need to get your shit together,” I snap at him. April is still asleep with Liam while I sit at the kitchen island and scarf down scrambled eggs. Donovan leans against the counter, his eyes narrowed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, crossing his arms.

“Yes, the fuck you do.” I wave my hand, motioning to his stupid, solemn face. “You’ve been acting weird since her Heat. You basically left us to care for her, and she knows something’s up.”

His lips purse into a thin line. “She was fine with just you two.”

My fork clatters onto my plate with aclang.“In case you forgot, we’re a pack! She sure as shit didn’t forget.”

But his brow stays furrowed. “And what exactly did she say?”

“She wants to know what your problem is, the same way I do. What the fuck is going on?”

Donovan stays silent.

“Don’t ruin this for us,” I growl. “I swear to fuck, if you ruin the best thing that’s ever happened to us, I’ll kill you. I mean it. You’re supposed to be head of the pack.Actlike it.”

That wakes him up.

A growl sounds in his throat, stronger than mine, as he steps forward. “Did you ever fucking think,” he hisses, “that maybe we’re not the best option for her?”

I frown. “What the fu?—”

“She doesn’t even know what she wants. All of this is still under contract, in case youforgot.” He leans over the island, looming over me, and I bare my teeth.

“Fuck the contract,” I hiss, standing and pushing my stool aside. “You’re full of shit. Youknowthis isn’t about it anymore. You know she’s more than that.”

“She’s a traumatized Omega that’s clinging to the men that make her feel normal.”

There’s no emotion behind his voice, just emptiness.

I see red.

My skin burns with fury, and my fists itch to connect with his face.

I’m back in those fights in dirty basements, ready to beat the shit out of someone.