Page 108 of Knot Only For One Night

She, not once, cared I was a beta. Not one single time. I had nothing to be scared about with the little five-four omega. I chuckle a bit as my thoughts run. She looks back at me with a furrowed brow, but I just shrug.

I haul one of her baskets, this one filled with darks and her cute black lacy panties.

“Soren!” she yells at the door and I step in front of her and open it, holding the basket on my hip.

“Sorry, m’lady.”

“Oh hush,” she says storming past.

“You know, you technically have access to four washers and dryers at the Plaza. We each have one we’d be more than happy to let you use.”

“And have to run from apartment to apartment to do my laundry? No, thank you.” She slings one of her baskets on the tables that accompany each washer and each dryer. “Go get my other baskets please?”

“Well, what do I get in return, Trouble?”

“I’ll brainstorm until you get back, but I have some notions.” She plants her hands on my shoulders and kisses my cheek.

“I think we can do better than that, no?” I mutter and yank her close to me. Her cranberry scent wafts under my nose and, fuck, I could take her right here, right now in the empty laundromat. I guess it being the middle of the damn day has some benefits.

“Soren, baskets,” she mumbles, her lips inching closer and closer to me.

I capture her lips, so soft, warm. A damn puzzle piece slotting into place.

She shoves my chest, a smile on her face. I let the shove push me a few steps back and I smile. I turn on my heel and swing the laundromat door open. The crisp air calms my skin as I jog back to the car.

After helping Esper load four washers with her clothes—two for darks, one for lights, and the last for her towels—we sit on the black plastic chairs toward the front of the building. She’s got her laptop propped on her lap, typing away for an assignment and I have my phone out. Scrolling the shops Neven sent over last night.

We all agreed to step up our game. We may be scent matches, but Esper deserved to be properly courted. And it was also the perfect excuse to spoil our omega.

As much as she watches ASMR, I wondered if she’d like one of those slime things they always cover in wax to crack herself. The site has so many to choose from I get a bit lost, adding about six of them to the cart before I realize what I'm doing.

Hours pass, and we hardly move. Sitting contently next to each other. I’ve shopped at about three different stores, not even watching the amounts from each. From slimes to headphones, a flower delivery, and a bunch of stationery stuff I found saved on a note tab in her phone that she needed for her internship on Monday.

My little troublemaker is gonna have more than what she needs.

I never knew shopping could be so fun.

Esper popped out an ear bud, looking toward the nearly empty parking lot behind us. “Soren, do you hear that?”

Too late—I see what she hears. Two bikes, bikes I know well, with two riders I'd rather kill than ever see again.

“Outlaws,” I mutter. My eyes scan through the window and through the building, mind moving quickly. “Get your laundry, Trouble, we’re⁠—”

My words drop off as I watch Esper grab her laundry bags, two on each arm and my heart plummets a bit.

We shouldn’t be running.

Not from these lowlifes.

But the idea of her anywhere near them, in danger in any capacity, rips through my chest and it’s hard to breathe.

“Back door,” I mumble, grabbing a bag from her and leading her. I quietly open the heavy black door, hoping it doesn't shut too loudly and let my brothers know we're back here.

I just need to get her to the car. Once she's buckled in, in the driver's seat, in case anything happens, she’ll be safe and I can handle whatever it is that they want today.

We’re able to get to the truck before they notice. Rocker and Lightning head inside the laundromat as we come up the side of the building.

“What are you doing?”