Page 95 of Knot A Chance

“Um, twenty minutes ago, you yelled we need more onion rings, sweetheart at Ally and she reminded me that you were all my problem tonight.”

“Oh yeah,” Reid said, already shoving fries in his mouth.

Bennett snaked a hand around my waist. “Any chance I can get a water, handsome?”

“I’ll be right back,” I said. “Are you all closing down the place?”

“What time is it?” Wyatt asked.

“Almost ten already.”

“Then yes, because these two are staying for you and Ally anyway, am I right?” Reid asked.

Bennett and Wyatt both nodded as they stuffed their mouths with onion rings.

“We’ll let you know when we’re ready to go,” I said.

I dropped off a water for Bennett and focused on closing out the rest of my tables while Ally worked on the closing checklist.

When we were both done, we leaned against the bar, watching them. “How long until they notice we’re ready?” I asked.

“I can send Wyatt horny vibes through our bond. That should do the trick,” she said.

“Works for me.” I shrugged.

Ten seconds later, Wyatt’s head snapped up and a smile spread across his face as he stared at Ally.

He really does love her.

“See. Magic,” Ally said, pushing herself off the counter. “See you tomorrow.”

“See you,” I said as the guys all stood up, picking up what was left of the mess on their table. “Wow, they’re well trained.”

Ally laughed as she approached Wyatt. “Of course they are. Welcome to the Winchester family where I run the show, Felix.”

Yeah, she definitely runs the show with these alphas. It’s not even a contest.

“Ready to go home?” Bennett asked me, scent marking my neck.

“Always.” I stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around his neck, hoisting myself onto his back.

He laughed and held me up under my legs. “Let’s get you home so I can fuck this sweet ass,” he growled as he gripped me harder.

“I wouldn’t say no to being bent over the back of your truck in the parking lot,” I whispered in his ear, laughing as we all walked through the door. Ally turned around to lock up behind us and all four alphas froze. I looked around for the source of their tension, spotting Ryder leaning against Bennett’s truck with his head tipped back and a gun in his hand.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Bennett

June

My grip on Felix wasn’t enough. Nothing would ever feel like enough to keep him safe from the man in front of us. Ally stood next to me, facing the bar door. Wyatt stood next to her, on alert, already in cop mode as he assessed the scene in front of us. I didn’t need to be a cop to know it was bad.

Ryder.

Gun.

My mate.