Page 39 of Knot All is Forgiven

How did they find me?

Why are they torturing me with these memories?

When I walk through the door, I look up and see my Alpha standing in the kitchen as he slices various kinds of cheese. I can't help but wonder what it would look like with three more beside him.

No.

Those are dangerous thoughts, Jordan.

When he notices me standing in front of him, he drops the knife in his hand and crowds me, his hands on my face and my shoulders, touching all over me. "What's wrong? What happened?"

I can't make the words come out. I hand him the box, my hands shaking so much that the necklace rattles within.

And somehow, he knows.

Without being told, my Alpha knows precisely what's upset me.

He wraps his arms around me, a purr rattling his chest and relaxing my muscles even though I can feel how tightly his fists are gripped now that he's sat the box down. When my body finally stops shaking and the tears I didn't know I was crying stop falling, I pull back just enough to look him in the eye.

"It's from them," he says.

"It was delivered to my office." My voice is hoarse, and I struggle with the sticky fear clogging it. "Why are they doing this to me, Alpha?"

"I don't know. But if I ever see them, I'm going to have a hard time not going to jail, sunshine."

Chapter sixteen

I wake up inIcarus's arms, burning up.

"Gracious dude, you're a furnace when you sleep," I grumble, shoving him off of me. He yelps his surprise as he peeks at me with one eye. He's got the pillow resting over his head, and the blankets are tangled around his legs, leaving what feels like acres of bare skin on display.

"Me? You're one to talk. I'm dying over here." He rolls over on his back, tossing the pillow at me. I bat it away, and my mouth waters at the sight that greets me behind it.

Icarus is wearing just a pair of black boxers that hang below his hipbones, a dark patch of hair tempting me with what'sbelow. He either doesn't notice or doesn't care that his cock is tenting the front, jutting out and begging for me to grab it.

A high-pitched noise fills the room.

"Are youwhining, sunshine?" Vick says curiously.

Whining? Am I whining?

He hooks his thumb in the waistband of his boxers and scoots it down just a bit more, and now I am definitely sure that I am whining. I am also positive that slick has joined the game as well. He smirks at my reaction.

"Come here, sweetie," he says softly. I can't resist listening to him, so I crawl across the bed to get to him. He places a hand on my face and winces. "Well, that explains it."

"Explains what?"

"Well, you presented as an Omega three months ago, Jordan," he says slowly. It's clear he's trying to tell me something. Still, I can't figure out what because I can't take my eyes off the way a small wet patch is forming where his cock presses his boxers, salivating for a chance to taste it and inexplicably mad that the fabric wiped it off before I could.

Oh.

I look up at Vick, and he's got a sly little grin on his face. "Figured it out yet?"

I gulp, nodding slowly. The column of his neck is bare, and suddenly I'm fucking furious that that is the case.

It's not supposed to be bare.

It's supposed to bear my mark.

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