Page 6 of Knot Without My Permission
It’s true things are a little iffy for omegas with the auctions, but I’m not going to bring that up. I’m willing to win my argument and move on.
“Yes, ma’am,” Wilder says. He’s a gentleman and ignores my whimper of need, because I’m not in any kind emotional state of mind for sex. This was just a biological response. “As the interim president, I need to make sure Lore’s brother is safe. He’s been having some issues recently, and I want everyone to know he has the full support of our club chapter. I also need to speak with Lyker, who is the president of the club who fucked us over.”
“Just because you didn’t know about the betrayal doesn’t mean you’re absolved of the fallout,” Storm adds. “It’s a sign you can’t take care of your people. You’re responsible for the bullshit they get into, and it reflects back on you.”
I nod while smooshed between Storm and Wilder, equating this to a chain of command.
“So Lyker is in deep shit,” I say, yawning widely.
“You got that right,” Wilder growls. “We have some housekeeping to take care of, as you can see, only ours involves putting bullets in brains and punishing those who cross us.”
“As someone who isn’t typically violent, I want people to pay for Lore’s death,” I sigh. “I just don’t want this to turn into an all out war. How many people did you lose?”
“Ace and Lore. Two people too many,” Wilder grunts. “We killed everyone else in the garage. I doubt they knew much when Chester was clearly pulling the strings. Unfortunately, it leaves us with a lot of unanswered questions.”
My next yawn almost breaks my jaw and both Storm and Wilder growl with unhappiness.
“Alright, okay,” I groan. “Bedtime. That’s probably all I can process for now anyway.”
“I’ll be right back,” Storm says, leaning back slowly since he’s my pillow. Whining, I let him go, while Wilder adjusts so I can snuggle him instead.
My eyes close without my permission, and a moment later, I feel a warm towel moving over my face.
“Your lashes will stick if I don’t clean them off,” Storm explains as he wipes my face down. I have to admit it feels really nice and I sigh in relief.
Glancing up, I watch him do the same to Wilder and finally himself before he throws the towel in the direction of the hamper. I don’t check to see if it made it or not. I’ll excuse the laziness today, because it’s been a hell of a morning.
Laying back down, Storm rearranges my limbs until I’m back in the position I was in before, and I find my breathing leveling out quickly.
“Please stay,” Wilder whispers once he thinks I’m asleep.
“We need her,” Storm agrees. “Anything she needs, it’s hers.”
“No more power plays,” Wilder mutters. “Not with her. The club is a different beast.”
I let sleep drag me under the veil of sentience, wondering what that’ll mean.
Chapter Two
Wilder
My sharp inhale ends up waking me up, and I blink the remnants of sleep away as I find myself still wrapped around Marie’s back. I fell asleep in my boxers, holding onto her and Storm for dear life. I didn’t want to pepper her with questions last night about Lore’s surgery, not in front of our brothers when we were all hurting.
It was also very evident she didn’t have the answers I need. It wouldn’t have done me any good to ask, and she needed to get the fuck out of the hospital before she broke down.
Pressing my lips to her sweet smelling hair, I curse myself for having to get up. There’s too many people who are counting on me, and I have too much shit to do to stay in bed.
“I want to remove my alpha bark,” Storm says in barely a whisper so as not to wake our omega up. “It was wrong of me to remove her options.”
“I know why you did,” I admit. “Ask her before you do it. She said her mind is all mixed up right now. We fucked up when we left her stranded on the highway, and it made her convincedwe’d be shit alphas for her. We’re going to make this right, show her we can be everything she needs. Go back to sleep. It’s gonna be a long, stressful day without Lore.”
Storm nods, adjusting his body so he’s pressing just right against Marie as I ease away.
“When you are up, I want the notes from the hospital on Lore’s case. The details don’t change how he died, but I still want them,” I say.
“Yes, boss,” Storm mumbles, already falling back asleep.
Ugh. Boss. Fuck me. I suppose Iamthe boss now. Storm and I became part of Lore’s inner circle at the club to protect him. It feels wrong to be the acting president now.
