Page 111 of Knot All That Glitters: Part 2

We’ll need to meet with them later to go over the specifics, but one requirement will be that any omega—anyone actually—working for them will need to be there of their own volition, not sold to cover debts or what amounts to a sex slave.

Hanes’ face is turning bright red, his shirt damp with sweat as he gets angrier. “We still have the contracts.” He glares at North. “You won’t have any employees.”

North does nothing but arch his brows. Jude chuckles. “Actually, you don’t have any contracts. None.”

Belinda’s mouth drops open like a fish again. “What?”

Jude leans forward and braces his forearms on the table. “Well, once I knew where the contracts were stored, it wasn’t hard to delete them from your servers, and your cloud account,and well… you get the idea. All those omegas you had bound to you through shitty contracts are free, Belinda.”

She stares at him. “I don’t understand… I helped you.” She turns her attention to Haven. “You promised you wouldn’t go after me for what happened with your mother.”

“What happened with her mother?” one of the twins whispers to the other loud enough for us all to hear it.

Haven blows out a breath. “This isn’t because of my mother, Belinda. I know you won’t believe me, but it’s not. This is because, well, you’re a shitty person.” I bark out a laugh at her blunt statement. “This is because you could have stepped up at any time to protect innocent omegas, and you chose not to. In fact, not only did you not help them, but you also used them for your own gain.” She motions widely at the room, indicating the club beyond it. Then she looks at all four of us, hesitating only for a moment before she says quietly. “And this is for Janie.”

“Who the fuck is Janie?” Hanes snarls.

I meet Belinda’s eyes steadily. “Janie was our omega. Ours. A lone alpha that had a history of killing omegas kidnapped her when she was eighteen, before we had a chance to claim her.”

I delight in the way Belinda’s face pales. The way she looks sick, like she finally realizes that she’s going to lose everything. “I didn’t know. How could I have known she was important to you?”

“You should have known she was important to someone, and you didn’t fucking care,” Creed snarls. “You just let him walk out of here with her. Both of you.” He turns his glare on Hanes, though it’s clear the sniveling man has no clue what he’s talking about. No memory of Frederick Bell asking to keep a second omega here, a prisoner for his use.

“I have no fucking clue what is going on here,” North says with a sigh. “But it’s clear that these assholes don’t deserve to have this business, so we’ll take it off their hands.”

Haven blows out a tense breath and smiles at him. “I’m glad.”

“We’ll go over the paperwork later this week, if that will work for you?” Hale asks.

North nods and pushes to his feet. “Sounds good.”

Our pack stands up as well, Haven smoothing her hands over her hips to straighten her skirt. “I hope with will be enough to call us even?”

North looks at her again. “We were never uneven, Haven. You owed us nothing.”

She wrinkles her nose adorably, and it takes everything in me not to kiss it, or boop it. This is not the time or the place. “Well, I’d rather not have some unnamed favor hanging over our heads. Just in case.”

North shrugs. “No unnamed favor in the future.”

Hale slaps his hands together. “Excellent. Then we’re done here.” He nudges Haven toward the door and pins Hanes and Belinda with a look. “As of this moment, you are trespassing. Please gather your things and vacate the premises.”

Belinda pushes to her feet, knocking her chair back. “You can’t do this. Please. It’s everything I have. Haven.” She scrambles around the table and heads toward our omega. “I was your mother’s friend. I took care of her. Brought the doctor to her. Made sure she had food and water and anything else she needed. Please.”

Haven arches a brow at the older woman. “You weren’t her friend. You were her jailer. For six fucking years, you kept her prisoner.”

Belinda stares at her hard, hands fisted at her sides, and then she lunges. “You fucking bitch!” She screams. Haven squeaks in surprise, and I move faster than I ever have before. But South is faster.

“Uh, uh,” South tsks, gun pointed firmly at Belinda’s head from only inches away. “You’re gonna wanna rethink that course of action.”

Haven peeks out from behind Creed’s bristling body and blows out a breath when she sees the number of alphas between her and Belinda, protecting her. Like alphas are supposed to do with omegas. Not like Hanes and Belinda have done for years, using them for monetary gain.

Belinda’s chest is heaving. Her hands still fisted at her sides. I’m sure she’s on the verge of a full on alpha rage. If that happens, well, I’ll happily tear her apart to keep my omega safe.

“You made your bed sixteen years ago,” Haven says, voice soft but hard, unyielding. “Go fucking lie in it.”

Hanes cautiously approaches the female alpha, slides his hand onto her shoulder. “Come on, Bel. It’s time to go. We’ve lost. You’re embarrassing yourself. And if I’m reading the room correctly, you’re about to be put in the ground. If we don’t get out of here.”

“He’s not wrong,” either East or West says.

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