Page 108 of Knot All That Glitters: Part 2

Her nose wrinkles as her eyes drift closed. “I don’t need a pack to be happy.”

I don’t argue with her, but I think she’s wrong. Especially now. Now that she won’t be able to do the one thing that she loved above all else. She’ll want that support, the security, the love. I know it.

Can she be happy without a pack? Sure. Of course, she can. She’s been happy enough for her entire life.

But I want her to be incandescently happy. Beaming with it, overflowing with it. I want her disgustingly happy. And for that to happen. Her omega will need a pack.

So I’m going to find one for her.

She’ll thank me in the end.

Chapter 30

Nothing is Impossible, Darling

The four of us linger outside Ren’s hospital room, listening to the quiet murmurs of the two omegas inside. I can’t be certain, but I think Haven is telling Ren about our bonding and the thought of that makes my cheeks flush, both with arousal at the memory, and at the realization that Ren will know far too much about our sex life.

But I suppose that’s the reality of being in a relationship with a girl who says her best friend is her soulmate. They tell each other everything.

Am I a little jealous that Haven doesn’t think of me as her only soulmate? Sure.

If I wasn’t her fated mate, it would be a lot worse.A lotworse.

But as it is, I’m just glad that both omegas are here, safe and sound and whispering to each other like teenagers at a slumber party.

“You laid down the trail?” Hale asks Jude, drawing my attention away from the door and to the important task of making sure Frederick Bell’s death doesn’t fall back on our omega.

Jude nods. “Yep. According to flight records, he left the US for Belarus two days ago. I planted some emails from an anonymous source, warning him about everything being released. So it’ll look like he got the emails, panicked and fled to save his own skin. He even helped us with that, packed up a suitcase of stuff and left his house in a rush a few days before he got his hands on Ren. The guards on the property haven’t seen him since.”

“I hired someone who looks close enough to him to be seen out and about on the streets of Minsk,” I say, folding my arms over my chest. “Looking appropriately incognito, of course, so rumors of him being alive and well in a country that doesn’t allow extradition will spread.”

Hale’s brows jump. “Good thinking.”

Jude glances around before saying in a low voice. “What about the body?”

“Taken care of,” Creed grunts.

“How?”

“We didn’t ask how they were going to handle it,” Hale says wryly.

That has me straightening. “Who?” They give each other a look that lets me know I will not like what they say. “Not the Compass Rose pricks,” I growl. “You brought them in again? After they left Haven in the middle of a parking lot in the freezing cold?”

Hale shrugs. “It’s not as though I know how to dissolve a body in acid. They do. They even said they’d do it pro bono since he’s such a dick.”

I shake my head at his stupidity. “That means we owe them, Hale. And guys like that? They’ll definitely want us to pay up.”

“It’s worth it,” Creed says, shifting on his feet, eyes focused on the door separating us from our omega. “It’s worth it for it to never be traced back to us or to Haven. Whatever they want in the future, we can give them.”

“Within reason,” Hale quantifies.

I grunt out a noise that they take to mean my agreement, but really it’s frustration. I should have handled the body. But I hadn’t been able to keep from going to Ren, from wanting to care for her.

We’d decided before we even went into that damn building that Jude would go for Haven, Creed and Hale would handle Frederick, and I’d get Ren to safety. That was the plan, so I’d stuck to it. But now these stupid assholes promised an unnamed favor to some masked mercenaries who we have no fucking clue who they are. They could ask us for anything. If we refuse, I’m sure they have evidence of our involvement in the Senator’s death.

They’d be idiots not to.

Which means whatever they ask of us, we’ll have to give them, or risk jail time.

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