Page 179 of Fallen Omega

The Council and some outside power I don’t know about fits.

Council and Ghost? Fits.

He knows how we work, and he knows how this world works. Ghost’s now an outsider, operating like he’s always preferred, even when he was one of us, alone.

He wouldn’t be above using the Council to get what he wanted and then just disappearing.

If he’s going against us, forming unsavory alliances, then it’s not our power, our money, or our connections he wants.

It’s revenge.

Destroying us.

That’s a double fit for him.

And the Council?

I keep coming back to the President, Candice.

Because it isn’t enough they want a little omega who escaped their grasp until her father died. Not even for that weird ass arranged Council coupling they’ve apparently planned. Hover’s small potatoes. The pack’s small. If there’s an importance to this that I’m missing, I don’t know what it has to do with Liz. There are plenty of pretty omegas who are loyal to the Council that they could offer up.

There is something else.

Something personal or some kind of knowledge she has and doesn’t know.

That’s something I’m looking for, too.

I flicker my gaze around the room once more.

“Get past whatever this is, now.” I don’t raise my voice, but I’ve had enough, and Knight stalks up, pulling Liz to him. “The asshole fucked her.”

He glares.

“You’ve fucked her,” I say.

“He knotted,” Knight grinds out. “He pulled out before he was done. As in before his fucking knot was down.”

Yeah, just as I thought.

I glance at her. Liz’s face is flame and she’s studying the floor. The misery sharpens her scent, and she starts to talk.

“I’m okay, I told him. I’m fine.”

“Of course she is. And I said sorry,” Dante mutters. “I had to, or they would’ve found us otherwise.”

Knight shoves a finger at him. “Then you shouldn’t have knotted. Don’t you lecture me about shit and do…well,that.”

“I didn’t mark her,” Dante snarls.

I pour another fucking drink and down it.

Fuck me for having to play mediator.

“Knight,” I say, “she’s an omega. That can happen, but she heals, and it sounds like it wasn’t carnage.”

“I didn’t…bleed, it just…” She lifts her gaze. “Can we not have this conversation? It’s my body.”

She pulls away from him, from all of us, and stomps off.

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