Page 46 of Knot All is Forgiven

"It's been three months. This is ridiculous. She shouldn't be so hard to find."

That's the thing.

She's not.

I've known where she's been this entire time.

I've kept tabs on her since I joined the Hawks, and Nitro and Clicks have helped me keep track of her. Jordan Cross is also known as Jordan Knight, an executive at Hurry Up and Grow, the top advertising firm in the city. While Cross is her legal name, she has an independent LLC under her Knight name, keeping all her money and property attached to that one. I'm not sure why. According to the filings, Knightmare, LLC is a marketing, public relations, and advertising firm owned by Jordan Cross, DBA Jordan Knight.

Jordan has always been brilliant, and I can't help but think this was a way for her to live in Lunarcrest without us knowing.

But maybe that's self-centered thinking.

"I know you're stressed, C," I tell my packmate. Ex-packmate? I'm not sure anymore. We haven't had that conversation yet. The bond feels the same as it always did. We're all living together, functioning well as a group, but we're still splintered without Jordan. "But we'll find her. I can feel it. It's going to be soon."

I hang up on him and recline back against my bike. I wonder if she's liked my gifts. I didn't sign them, but I think she'll know they're from me. I want her to know that I care about her, I always have, and I've always wanted her as my Omega.

I want her to know that I'm an idiot for going along with the guys' plan for lying to her, and I should've just said fuck it and been with her, just the two of us.

And now that I know she's my scent match, but I don't know what she smells like? I'm nearly feral to get near her.

Which is why I'm sitting outside Hurry Up and Grow, anxiously tapping my foot, waiting for her to come to work. She hasn't been in all week, and I'm worried.

What if she's hurt?

What if she's sick?

I wait outside all day, working myself up into a tizzy.

My girl is not here. She has missed an entire week of work. It's Thursday. Where the fuck has she been?

I pace the sidewalk, running my fingers through my greasy hair, which is in need of a dye job. What if something has happened to her? How would I know? What if she's sick and dying and won't ever know how much I love her?

Fuck it.

I throw my leg over my bike and hastily strap on my helmet, taking off at a breakneck speed towards her condo. I've been here several times, hiding just out of sight of her fifth-floor windows, to feel close to her. The path is engrained in me, as familiar as the ride to club headquarters.

I'm in a fugue state that is only broken when the door I'm banging on gets ripped open by a handsome but tired-looking Alpha wearing only a pair of sweats. His hair is messy, and his dark green eyes shine despite how exhausted he looks. Instantly, I feel comfortable around this man, despite not knowing him or why the fuck he's in my girl's condo.

A fresh bite mark glistens on his neck, and I feel my stomach bottom out.

"You…" I mumble, my eyes unable to escape the grip of the glistening scar of tiny teeth marks. "Where's Jordan?"

Pain lights up my entire body as I stumble backward and slump against the wall, blood draining from my nose.

"You're one of them!" he hisses. "Get the fuck away. She wants nothing to do with you. Leave Jordan alone."

The unfamiliar Alpha leers aggressively over me. I'm no stranger to a fight. I've never been known to shy away from one. But when I look at him, with his beautiful bonding mark that I'm starting to realize I will never have, the fight leaves me.

"I'm sorry," I say quietly. "I just want to see her. I'm worried about her."

"She's not yours to worry about." He backs away from me with a strange look on his face. "She's my Omega. You three broke her heart. She wants nothing more to do with you."

My chest rips in two, even if the words aren't coming from her mouth. "But she's our scent match."

His body tenses, and he bristles, baring his teeth at me. "She'smyscent match. You already have one."

It takes a minute for his words to register. It takes even longer for me to identify that strange feeling in my gut. It's been so long since I've felt it.

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