Page 122 of Rest In Knotty Pieces

She bites my neck as I laugh my way down to the bunker and the waiting pack that wants to meet her.

“God, I love this bite kink.”

Kestrel

“There are dead robins in the forest,” Sage says to Blaze as they walk towards the couch I’m curled up on. “It makes no sense. We don’t have them here.”

I look up, startled, frightened, one moment of pure terror that is quickly swept away because it makes no sense.

Sage stays where he is, checking his phone, while Blaze disappears again back the way he came. A pang hits me. I miss Blaze. All that flirting and teasing…it was real to me.

Rolly smiles at me and holds out a muffin that he’s procured from thin air. His delightful charm and adorable ability to get under the skin of all my alters is quickly making him a fan favourite.

“Oh, you are well-trained. Who told you that feeding me was how you win me over?” I tease.

He waggles his eyebrows. “I caught you last night raiding the kitchen, you go straight for the sweets.”

My cheeks heat.

He’s right. Merle steals silver items, Raptor looks for weapons, but I want the sweets. Chocolate, muffins, biscuits, yogurt. Hell, I’ll sitwith a jar of jam and just eat spoonfuls of it. If it’s sweet, it’s fair game. I’m not sure how I feel about how quickly they are figuring me all out.

“Gimme,” I say and pounce on the muffin, moaning around the dense, rich chocolate.

“God, that is hot.”

“Hot?” Sage says when he sits down. “Mildly terrifying. Especially the glare you are getting. Step closer to the muffin, Rolly; I want to see what happens.”

He does that, and a deep warning growl erupts from my chest, scaring the crap out of me. I look down; the muffin is held close to my chest, but I’ve somehow snatched up a knife and am holding it out in warning.

“Oh, that is just…” Rolly bites his lips and makes this mmm sound that goes right through me. I could have a bite of him as soon as I’m finished with the muffin.

I take another mouthful and find three alphas staring at my lips.

Blaze walks in with Roseland. “What are we staring at?”

“She sins with her mouth,” Rolly whispers. “Sexy, sexy sins. I want to lick it.”

I continue eating, but find all five of them staring at me now. I snarl in warning and lick my fingers as I unfurl myself and stand up.

When I look up, their eyes are glazed, and there’s a bit of drool on King’s chin.

I roll my eyes and deliberately swish my hips as I walk out of the room.

I’m not as nonchalant as I pretend to be. My scent has changed, it’s warmer, thicker, and has a sweetness that I haven’t smelled before.

I’ve had weird pretend heats. Painful days where I have suffered in a room I’ve locked from the inside and outside. Rooms so hidden and so far away from anyone who might catch my scent that I can suffer and scream alone until it’s over. But the minute another alpha comes near me, it all goes away, and a deadly side of me comes out, and I come out swinging.

But those heats came with warnings, changes in my body, my dreams. There were signs, and they never lasted longer than twenty-four hours.

This is just a change of scent that is different from anything else. It’s subtle and tempting, and it seems to be affecting them, too. Their scents are sharper, or maybe I can just smell them better.

We can’t go into heat right now.

I don’t know who says it, but we all agree.

It’s too dangerous.

Rolly slams me into the wall and licks the back of my neck.