Page 49 of Knot So Sweet

A murmur of agreement rippled through the room.

"And then," I continued, my voice darkening with the promise of retribution. "We hit the Hounds where it hurts. They took Chaos from us, and we’re gonna make them pay. With interest. They think we’re weak, but we’re just getting started. We go on the offensive. We remind them why the Steel Serpents are a name that makes even the most fearless alpha think twice. And we take out their king."

The shift was almost palpable. The anger that had filled the room moments ago began to redirect itself, turning into something colder, sharper—revenge.

Gears nodded once, his eyes still burning, but less wild now. "Fine. But if we don’t get the mole soon—"

"We will," I cut in, my gaze hardening. "Because if we don’t, I’ll tear this club apart myself until I find them."

There was no hesitation in my words, no doubt. I meant every syllable.

"Prez?" Lenny’s voice pulled my gaze back to him, the young beta bartender standing at the edge of the chaos. With a practiced flick of his wrist, he slid a tray of shots my way. Hands from all corners of the room reached out, grabbing the glasses, the clinking sound rising like a battle cry.

As one, we lifted our shots high, the camaraderie and fury intertwining, a promise of vengeance echoing through our voices. "Justice for Chaos," I declared, and my brothers echoed me.

"Viper!" A high-pitched voice cut through the bar’s noise, sharp and grating. My teeth clenched as I grit my jaw, fighting the urge to growl. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with Tiffany or her little crew of omega bunnies.

She’d warmed my bed a time or two, but now? The mere thought of anyone touching me, that wasn’t Candice, made my skin crawl. Before I could shut her down, she latched onto my bicep, pressing her body against mine, her citrus scent too sharp, too artificial. I grunted, shrugging her off.

"I’m not in the mood, Tiff. Go find someone else."

Tiffany tossed her curly blonde hair over her shoulder with a dramatic pout, trying to milk what little patience I had left. "I missed you. Didn’t you miss me?" Her shrill voice was giving me a migraine.

Gears chuckled, clearly enjoying the show. "Don’t take it personal, bunny. Viper might not be interested… But you can suck me off if you ask nicely."

"Ugh, no thanks." Tiffany’s eyes narrowed, her nails digging into my arm as she shot Gears a venomous glare. He grabbed his cock through his jeans with a smirk.

"Fuck you, Gears," she snapped, clearly not in the mood for his shit either. But Gears just laughed harder, shaking his head like the cocky bastard he was.

Tiffany’s grip tightened, her body shifting as she tried to wedge herself closer, but I pried her off with a growl that warned her I wasn’t playing around.

"Go find someone else’s cock to warm. I’m. Not. Interested," I bit out, each word clipped, rough. My patience was running on fumes.

She huffed, glaring at me like she might actually argue, but the look in my eyes must’ve shut her down. With a final pout, she flounced away, muttering something under her breath about analphahole.

I rubbed a tired hand over my face, and Gears snorted, taking a swig of his beer, as he watched Tiffany's ass sway, while she headed over to the booth where some of our mechanics usually hung out. I knew this wouldn't be the last time I saw Tiffany.

She had been trying to become my mate, my old lady, for years, and for a bit, I almost agreed. I was lonely, and just having someone warm my bed, eased the depression that built under the pressure of being the Steel Serpents’ President.

But now, with Candice in the picture, I was so damn glad I never solidified that bond with Tiff. The idea of breaking a bond bite—a tie to someone—was devastating. Even if I didn't want her as my own omega, I didn't think she deserved to be dropped just because I found my scent match.

Thank God it never came to that.

"Why turn down perfectly good pussy?" Gears asked, his tone dripping with mockery. "Holding out for that omega slut? She already has you by the balls Vipe. Admit it."

My jaw went rigid as I turned to glare at my VP. The roar of Ghost's bike saved him from my wrath. "Saved by the bell," I growled, pushing up from the barstool and storming out of the clubhouse to greet him.

Chapter 22

Ghost

My shoulder was fuckingon fire as we rumbled down the gravel drive toward the back of Serpent territory.Every bump made the dull ache spike, but I kept my expression tight, refusing to show weakness.

Pixie signaled he was heading around back, probably off to check the club's surveillance. The rest of the ride was just me and Candi, the tension between us hanging thick in the air after what had gone down earlier.

I gritted my teeth, the tension in my jaw matching the burning in my shoulder, as Travis’s warning replayed in my mind like a broken record. That son of a bitch was a bigger threat than I’d originally thought. Him and his little crew of assholes weren’t just some random annoyance—they were a ticking time bomb. One that would need to be dealt with soon.

As we approached the back, I spotted the bar, and a sense of unease settled low in my gut. If Viper was there, he’d either be celebrating with a few shots or drowning himself in whiskey—either way, it’d be easy to tell how the run went just by looking at him.

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