Page 60 of Knot All is Forgiven

"Hello, Alpha," I whisper, snuggling deeper into him.

And as I lie here in his arms, feeling nothing but warmth and comfort and safety, despite how happy and loved I feel, I can't fight that niggling feeling that something is missing.

Chapter twenty-four

"I'm not just goingto let her get sick!" I snarl, dodging Simon as he tries to stop me from leaving. "They turned down dinner with us, which means they're both too stubborn for their own good. I'm doing something about it."

He doesn't get it. He didn't see her trying to hide her hurt at her office. He thinks Jordan is this impenetrable barrier, but she's not. She's still Jordan, and she is putting on a brave, stubborn face.

Simon is smaller than me, not as muscular or broad, but somehow, he manages to take up a ton of space as I'm trying to get out of the house. When he and Rafe came home lastnight and told us about meeting Icarus and learning about scent sickness, I almost lost my mind.

My Omega is out there, potentially getting sick, because of a stubborn grudge she's holding.

That is not going to fly. Her stubborn ass is going to be bright fucking red if she doesn't start seeing reason.

"You don't even know where she lives!" he snaps, pushing against my chest. "What are you planning, to show up and yell at her to spend time with you?"

"Of course not, asshole. I'm going to try to reason with that Alpha because, obviously, neither of you was smart enough to get through to him." I pull my phone out of my pocket and glance at the time. I hope she's still home at nine in the morning on a Saturday.

"It's not lack of intelligence that caused the struggle to reason," Rafe drawls behind me. Glancing over my shoulder, I see his dark hair still sleep-mussed over his eyes, and he's only wearing a white tank and plaid pants.

"Did you just get out of bed?" I snark.

"Yep, and it's only because of you two hens in here clucking." He shoves past me on his way to the kitchen, shoulder-checking me. "Cyrus, going out full throttle will only continue to alienate them. You need to remember the goal is for all of us to live together eventually. It's going to be hard if we're all at each other's throats constantly. Be strategic."

I hear the steamer from the espresso machine sputter loudly as Rafe makes his morning latte. Shouting over the noise, Simon calls out, "We need a pack meeting and a plan."

"No! No fucking pack meeting. I'm doing this my way. I deferred to you two for months, and it's gotten us nothing." I finally manage to push Simon out of the way of the door and yank it open. "And besides,Slime, you told us the name of her LLC. I know everything I need to know about my girl now."

I slam the door behind me, ignoring my packmates' protests, as I get into my car and speed off to get my Omega.

"Open the door, Jordan,"I shout, banging my fist on the wood again. "You're being childish."

"Ah, the final Stargazer Alpha. You must be Cyrus. Go away, Cyrus, or I'm going to call building security," a male voice replies. It must be Icarus.

What kind of a name is Icarus, anyway?

"I'm not going to let her get sick. What kind of Alpha are you that you would?" I snarl.

The door opens a crack, hindered by the security chain, and I catch a sliver of the Alpha's face. His dark green eye is hardened, and stubble grows on his face. He's got lines around his lips and eyes, and his dirty blonde hair has glints of silver in it. He's older than us, but I'm not sure by how much.

"I'm the sort of Alpha that doesn't lie to and abandon my Omega," he replies, venom dripping off his words.

"You don't know the whole story!"

"You lied to her about finding a scent matched Omega because you thought she was delusional and needed a push to accept she wasn't an Omega."

Fuck.

That kind of is the whole story.

"We thought we were doing what was best for her." I deflate a little, my anger at being denied access to my Omega giving way to guilt. "We didn't want to hold her back."

"You could have taken her on as your pack Beta." He steps back from the door, still not opening it but giving me a better view of the inside of the condo and him. He's fit but not massive, tall and well-dressed in a cashmere sweater and jeans despite the early hour. "You chose to break her."

Something about this Alpha makes it hard to stay rooted in my indignation.

"We worried if we took her on as our Beta and our Omega came along and demanded we get rid of her, it would hurt worse," I stress. "We thought a little pain then would be better than extreme pain later on."

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