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He crouched down before me, tucking my hair behind my ear to expose my face. My bruises had finally healed. Xavier made sure I underwent every test possible to make sure that nothing was broken or would have permanent damage. With the help of regular ice packs, and the doctor’s miracle salve, the reminders of Dylan’s abuse disappeared quickly.
“Talk to me. What’s going on in this beautiful head of yours?” He wrapped his arms around me and drew me close against his side.
“I have to be perfect to meet your parents,” I whispered softly. “What if they don’t like me?”
“Alena.” Elias hooked his finger beneath my chin and lifted my head to meet his gaze. “You’ve already talked to my mom on the phone a few times. She already adores you. My dads will too.”
Nodding, I knew what he was saying was the absolute truth. Norah Knight was a soft-spoken woman with a heart of gold, but she was also a fierce protector and momma bear. The day after the kidnapping, she insisted on speaking to me on the phone.
I broke down in tears as she told me how strong and brave I was. How thankful she was that I was in her sons’ lives, and how she couldn’t wait to meet me.
Damn it. Elias was right. I was freaking out because of my own doubts. Norah and the rest of the Knights were nothing like my family. They were the total anthesis.
I practiced my controlled breathing, Elias continuing to offer silent strength as I composed myself.
Several times this week, I’d talked with a therapist who specialized in omega trauma. She’d been wonderful to help guide me through the PTSD and how to recognize signs of a panic attack.
“That’s it, little one. Much better.” Elias kissed my temple. “This dress is perfection on you. It brings out the slight blue tones in your eyes.”
He was such a charmer when he wanted to be.
“Mmm, though there are much better benefits to it than the color,” Xavier rumbled from the doorway, startling me. For being such a big guy, he sure didn’t make any sounds when he moved.
Elias helped me to my feet and kept me tucked against his side. “Like what?”
“We get to see her sexy as fuck legs.” Xavier sauntered toward me, pure sin reflecting in his obsidian eyes. His long-fingered hands toyed with the hem of my dress as it swirled just below my knees.
My eyes widened, and I slapped his hand away. “There will be none of that as we visit,” I exclaimed.
With a hand at the small of my back, Elias guided me back into the bedroom.
“Just wait until you see Ma with Xavier. You think he’s a big softy with you? He melts when it comes to Ma.”
Xavier snorted and crossed his arms over his chest. The lines of his dark tattoos peeked out from beneath his rolled-up sleeves. His thick hair was slicked back and tamed in a manner it usually wasn’t. A nice button-up shirt, and trousers completed the look.
Damn.
My guys were handsome in anything they wore, but Xavier, all polished up to go to Elias’ parents, made butterflies take flight in my stomach.
“You guys okay?” Julian sauntered in with a smile on his lips. He had a stylish blue and white plaid shirt with simple black slacks.
I blinked at the three of them. “You guys all look really nice.”
“What about me, love?” Simon entered the room and pouted at me. He was the opposite of Julian with stylish plaid pants and a white shirt.
Their scents blended together in the room and every nerve ending in my body lept at the intoxicating aroma. Desire coiled in my belly and goosebumps prickled over my skin.
I shook my head to clear it and forced myself to breathe through my mouth. Yeah right, like that would help. “We should leave before I get too distracted.” I ignored them as best as I could and made my way down the stairs.
Then I realized I hadn’t put my shoes on yet. “Damn it. Stupid pheromones.”
“Heard that, princess.” Xavier strode down the stairs with fluid, elegant grace. Damn, I loved the way he moved.
What was wrong with me? Was I getting close to another heat? No, it was probably just because they had been overly careful with me for the last week.
I was drawn from my thoughts as Xavier snaked a hand around my waist and pulled me against him. “Got your shoes,” he whispered huskily in my ear.
“That’s not helping.” I groaned and sagged against him.
