Page 28 of Knot Without My Permission
Marie glances at Ransom in distrust, and he drops to the ground and crawls to her.
“I’m sorry I left you at the cemetery, Marie,” he says softly. “I didn’t realize you’d get the wrong impression. I was completing my last task for Devon as my president. I’m no longer obligated to do shit for him. I’m all yours, if you’ll have me.”
Damn. I gotta give it to him. The alpha is smooth. The question is, is it enough for Marie?
Chapter Seven
One week later
Wilder
Leaning against the wall of Devon’s clubhouse, I watch as Marie speaks to Falicia, one of the sweet butts. My girl wasn’t enthused to find out a sweet butt is a club whore, but admitted some of them are nice.
Women are unfortunately catty at the best of times. The club whores tend to be territorial because they believe their pussies are the only things keeping a roof over their heads. While that’s true, they all know what they’re getting themselves into when they come here.
“Need anything, Wilder?” Elaine asks me, wiping down the counter of the bar. She is the house manager and keeps the club clean.
Devon despises the way some of the clubs can get disgusting with so many men living in them, so he hired someone to keep them in line. Elaine manages to do it in a way that doesn’t pissanyone off. She has a room here, keeps the place clean, and feeds everyone without having to fuck anyone.
In exchange, Devon pays her for her services and includes her room and board in her salary. It’s a smart way to go, and Elaine is a hard ass with a heart of gold.
“I’m good,” I admit. “Thank you though. I think we’re getting ready to head out soon. Will you keep an eye on Marie for me, please?”
While Devon has rolled out his version of the red carpet, it’s obvious to me he has an ulterior motive for getting us out here. He throws a damn good party, and the first night we were here, the club had a barbecue that was incredible. Unfortunately, Marie hasn’t been eating much, and will get an odd look on her face over the last couple of days before she runs for the bathroom to puke.
She threw up this morning as well, and I really don’t want to leave her while her body is going through this. A part of me wonders if she’s pregnant, but the heat breakthroughs make me think this is stress.
As President, I can’t stay behind, but I can insist that Storm or Ransom stay with her. I’m starting to regret that we fucked with her medication. That shit is unreliable on a good day because it’s off the black market.
Losing Lore means her body is constantly searching for him, and there will be a day when his scent fades from his clothing. The loss will feel like it’s happening all over again for all of us, and I’m not looking forward to that.
“Yes, I’ll look out for her,” Elaine murmurs. “Have you noticed that she’s not eating?”
“Yes, I have. Her stomach won’t let her appetite rise,” I admit. “We’re all grieving.”
Elaine stares at me suspiciously but nods anyway.
Devon wants Marie to see we’re normal people with a different set of rules, yet doesn’t realize that I don’t always follow club tenants. One of those is to not tell the women and those not involved in the club anything. I keep enough from my omega. If there’s something she needs to know, I’m going to fucking tell her.
Even the men in my chapter agree with this, and Arsenal is lumbering over to me now with anger on his face.
“Marie just ran out of the room. How much can someone who isn’t eating throw up?” he grumbles. “I know this ain’t none of my business, but don’t you think this is concerning?”
“I do,” I reply. “There’s a lot of things her body is doing to her right now. I’m fairly sure she’s going to go into heat soon. Marie insists she’ll be fine while we deal with Lyker’s club. I still want to get in and out as soon as possible.”
“I know we need to go for Lore and our safety, but the timing is fucked,” Arsenal breathes. “I’m starting to feel twitchy being in one place for so long, Prez. I know we need to get moving, but Marie’s not looking so hot.”
This is why we’re nomadic, despite my new permanent address.
The club has become possessive of my omega, though not in the typical sense. It’s more like she has brothers coming out of the woodwork worried about her, and it’s almost amusing that I’m getting glares every time Marie so much as winces after the motorcycle ride out here.
If you’re not used to time on the back of a bike, it’s natural for soreness to set in.
“Storm—”
“What about me?” he asks, stepping up to join us.
“I’m going to start calling you Wraith,” Arsenal grumbles.
