Page 110 of Knot All is Forgiven

His laugh is dry, and he shakes his head. "Just like an Omega to think she has any say in anything." He stalks closer to me and sneers down his nose at me. He's tall, towering over me, with a broad Alpha build that, at this moment, feels designed to make me feel unsafe.

I take another step back, my back pushing against the door and my hand grappling the doorknob. "I will only speak to you with a representative of HR present." I force as much dominance into my voice as possible, even though my body wants to betray me with a whine.

Mr. Woods snarls, stalking towards me. The sweat on my hands has my fingers slipping off the knob. I don't want to turn my back to an angry predator, but it seems like I may have no choice if I want to get out of here.

His meaty hand slams onto the door, narrowly missing my ear, as he barks, "Omega!" and my vision goes black.

Chapter forty-two

I put my phonedown, humming softly in pleasure at how all of her Alphas were there to support Jordan.

While it's never been officially discussed, the four of us are on the path to officially becoming a pack. I can feel our bond growing stronger each day. Even though the guys haven't fully won Jordan's forgiveness yet, I can't help but be excited about the future.

It feels like I'm getting everything I never allowed myself to want.

Cyrus's idea to go to Omegamart and shop for her nest – how it always should've been done - was good. I should've thought of it when we first bonded.

Jordan's annoyance smacks me in the chest, and I chuckle, wondering what her boss is saying to her to produce that strong of a reaction.

She doesn't talk about him much. I've maybe heard his name three times since we met. Apparently, he's not very involved in her division's day-to-day operations.

Strange that he'd be the one to insist on doing her performance review.

The feeling of annoyance doesn't go away and starts to morph into something sour. It takes me longer than I'd like to identify it because I've never felt it from Jordan before.

Fear.

I'm out of my office in a heartbeat, sending a quick message to the pack chat while I run down the stairs to the garage.

My bond with Jordan is lit up with fear. Get to HUG now.

I don't bother looking to see if they respond. I know they'll be there.

Getting to her office takes maybe fifteen minutes, and I park without feeding the meter. About ten minutes ago, I felt an extreme spike of fear and pain, and since the bond has gone dark.

I'm on edge, barely hanging onto my Alpha, as I push through almost closed elevator doors. I watch the numbers tick by in frustration, feeling like I will crawl out of my skin before I reach the twenty-first floor.

My tie is choking me, so I rip it off and drop it on the floor of the car. The other people in the elevator stare at me and back away.

As they should.

Someone has hurt my Omega, and I cannot be held responsible for my actions.

By the time the elevator door opens, it's been twelve minutes since the bond went silent, and my vision has tunneled. Lanie sits tapping away at her keyboard at the desk in front of me without a care in the world.

Doesn't she realize something is wrong with her best friend?

Why does she not care?

"Lanie!" I bark, and she startles. "Where the fuck is Jordan?"

"She's in her performance review," she stutters, looking around nervously. "You'll have to wait."

The snarl that rips out of my throat causes her to stumble back, visibly shaking. "Where. Is. My. Omega?" I bark, stalking toward her.

The Beta makes the right decision and points down a long hallway. "Corner office down there," she says, barely above a whisper.

I'm running, smelling the fear-soaked pheromones of my Omega seeping underneath the door. I rip it open to find her slumped on the floor, eyes closed, chest barely moving, and a disgusting Alpha leering over her.

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