Page 106 of The Beta's Bargain

“Don’t worry, I have them eating out of my hands. As soon as I get the right moment, I’ll sneak Silver in. She’ll be in her heat, so it will be perfect. She’ll be bitten, bonded, and packed without anyone ever seeing through the hormones.”

“Are you sure about this? What if anything goes wrong?” My mother asks with far too much glee.

“Nothing will go wrong. They are completely blinded. You’ll have an omega daughter for your son’s pack. You just make sure you wire me the money. Once I’ve been paid, I’ll be out of your lives forever.”

I narrow my eyes, watching my mother’s evil expressions. They seem to be sincere, but I never can tell with her. I can’t believe what I just heard. There must be some mistake. This can’t be Onyx.

Grayson walks up to me and shows me the feed for the garden. I look at the time stamps and find what appears to be Silver walking around in the garden at the time Onyx was speaking to my mother. Grayson switches the feed to dining room an hour and a half earlier and shows Onyx and Silver in the dining room. Onyx is in her uniform, while Silver, who is sitting with Pack Drest, is wearing the same dress the girl in the garden’s is wearing. The same dress she was wearing when she kissed me forty-five minutes later. It was Onyx talking to my mother.

The betrayal is intense and bitter.

“Son of a bitch!” I spit. “She played us.”

“Show me!”

Dylan’s demand leaves us no choice, and by the time he’s finished watching it, we have an omega in crisis. He deflates, and something lively just fades away. I think that I'm watching a heart breaking.

I leave him with Grayson, who is more angry and bitter than I've seen him about anything ever, and walk out to Falcon.

“I've given Simon instructions. She won’t get close to him,” Falcon says calmly.

“Don't you think we should hear her out?” I protest.

“Do you think there’s anything she could say right now that will get you to believe anything else? You saw it with your own eyes.”

I press my lips into a thin line. “I’ll be back. I need to take care of something.”

My mother smiles when I walk into the yellow room where I've asked Simon to direct her. The smile fades away as she gets a good look at my face.

The rage of decades of manipulation and bullshit has built and built, and now I can’t contain it. Dylan is distraught and broken. We’ve waited and worked so long to get him to trust us and…and her, Onyx. Her betrayal hurts me in places no one has ever hurt me. I feel sick and insanely angry, and I can’t let myself think about it, so I'm directing it all where it deserves to be directed.

“Silas, don’t pout. It was in your best interests.”

I slam my hands down on the table. “How dare you conspire with people to manipulate my pack? Have you no shame?”

“If you weren’t sneaking around with that, that omega, then we wouldn’t be having this-”

“He is my scent match,” I growl out. I clench the table edge so hard I leave marks in the wood. “He is perfect for our pack. He is mine. This is the second time that your interference has almost cost me my future.”

My mother gapes at me. “Now, Silas-”

“If I don't have him, I won’t have another. I will kill anyone you try and put in my bed.”

“Fine. But if you want him, you can’t have the beta.”

“MY PACK IS NOT UP FOR DISCUSSION!” I roar at her.

She recoils and stares at me with bulging eyes. “Si-”

“This is my last warning, Mother. If you interfere one more time in my life, I will go to the head of our companies and have you cut off. I will move in and take over every aspect of Hastings’ Empire. I will take the mansion. It’s mine in name already, but I will take it all from you. Every cent. I will leave you with nothing,” I snarl. “Now, I'm happy with Dylan. I'm in love with my alphas and my omega. I don’t want any of the whores you’ve brought in. And the next one that hurts my pack will end up burning in the fires of my rage.”

“Silas!”

“Stay out of my life,” I snarl one last time.

I turn and stalk from the room. Silver’s waiting at the lift and I see red. I stalk over to her and furiously grab her shoulder, whirling her around. Her protest dies on her lips, but so does my anger. It transforms into rage.

It’s not her. The woman looks nothing like the twins. However, she is the woman who destroyed us eight months ago.

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