Page 5 of Knot a Bad Idea

“Is everything alright with Donovan?” I ask finally. “Where is he?”

Even his rich ocean and saltwater scent has faded in the packhouse.

Hunter sits across from me, staring at the cards in his hand. He looks up at me briefly, and I catch a hint of a shadow cross his face. “He’s at the office,” he says evenly.

Liam makes a face next to me. “He’s been busy,” he says.

Something is up with him, and they’re not telling me what’s going on.

“I have a right to know,” I say finally. “He was here during my Heat. Is he avoiding me?”

Insecurities pummel through me.

Of course he would avoid you.

He could have anyone he wants; he doesn’t need some defective Omega.

But Liam reaches under the table and squeezes my hand. “He would be an idiot to do that,” he says gently.

It’s not ano, though.

Hunter places down his cards and sighs. “Donovan is fucking off and working because that’s what he does. He buries himself in his job, and honestly, he’s probably fucking jealous that you came more times on our cocks than you did his.”

My face flushes. “Huh? You counted?”

He grins, his green eyes bright with mischief. “I sure as shit did, baby. Me and Liam were tied.”

“Donovan only made you climax twelve times,” Liam adds helpfully.

I snort. “Okay, is that it? There’s nothing else with him?”

I can’t fix Donovan, nor can I change him.

But I would still like to know what his problem is.

Hunter sighs. “It’s not you. It’s his own shit.”

“Whenever Donovan experiences something other than—” Liam starts, but Hunter cuts him off.

“Whenever he decides to not be an asshole, and actually feel something,” Hunter mutters, “he short circuits.”

“Right,” Liam adds. “Him holing himself away is his way of dealing with his feelings.”

I blink. “So, we had such incredible sex that he had to hide in his office?”

Hunter barks out a laugh. “Something like that.”

It doesn’t sit right with me. I remember the intensity in his eyes when he took me. I recall the first time he kissed me, and how much desperation was in that kiss.

“Donovan doesn’t like to lose control,” Liam adds. “And with you, he did. He broke all the rules, and I think he’s still processing that.”

I bite my lip and furrow my brow.

“It’s not your job to fix this. Don’t think that for one fucking second,” Hunter snaps. I look up at him in shock at his sudden declaration. “You don’t need to fix any of us, baby. I can see it in your face that you want to try.”

I lean my head on Liam’s shoulder, and he strokes my hair. “You don’t need to worry,” he adds softly. “It’s impossible to not love you.”

My heart stutters, shocked at Liam’s casual use of the wordlove.