Page 94 of Knot All That Glitters: Part 2

I snort out a laugh. And she giggles too, but it’s sleepy and drowsy. The four of us stay still and quiet as she drifts off to sleep, not wanting to disturb our omega, but not able to move away from her. Well, Tic and I physically can’t, but Hale and Creed stay close as she dozes between us.

“I can’t believe she’s ours,” I mutter, lifting my eyes from our woman, hand brushing over my chest. “I can’t believe-”

Fuck, I’m getting choked up, overwhelmed with emotion.

“This is what it feels like to be complete,” Tic says, like he totally understands what I’m trying to convey. And if I’m notmistaken, there’s a sheen of tears in his eyes, though he doesn’t let them fall. “Not just as a pack, but… as a man.”

I nod vigorously. “Yeah. Yeah. That exactly. Completed pack. Completed Heart. Completed soul.”

Chapter 27

This is What Happens

I should have known that my happiness wouldn’t last. Should have realized that somehow, some way, my father would sense I was on the verge of contentment, and ruin it.

I’m in my nest. Mine, completely and utterly, lounging on the bed, feeling sated and content from the very thorough dicking down I’ve just received from Tic and Jude.

After they’d finished melting my brain, my stomach growled and Tic had been quick to drag Jude to the kitchen to make me dinner, despite my protest that I didn’t need food right that second.

Tic pinned me with a look and simply stated, “yes, you do, angel.”

Jude laughed and followed, saying if he didn’t help, it would take too long and I’d get hangry. To which I’d tosseda pillow at him that had fallen woefully short of the distance needed to actually hit him.

And then I’d just lain here, feeling blissful, content, truly happy for the first time in a long time. My pack takes excellent care of me, both physically and mentally, and I’ve never felt so secure. I can’t wait to tell Ren all about it. I’ve just been too busy being loved up. Packed up. Bonded to my perfect pack and my fated mates.

Fated Mates. Holy cow, I still can’t believe that happened. Still can’t believe that Creed broke their pack bonds and, for the last few months, they’ve just been alphas staying in the same house and not a pack.

But now they’re my pack.

Mine.

I kick my legs and wiggle my arms as I squeal at the thought.

I’ve honestly never been happier. And I need to share it with the freaking world…. or at the very least, with Ren.

My brow wrinkles at the thought of my friend. I haven’t heard from her yet today, which is unusual, but not uncommon, especially if she has a long rehearsal. Which is becoming more frequent recently. Especially since she’s took time off while I was in the hospital. Her jerk of a choreographer has been making her stay later to make up for lost time.

I make my languid body move, and crawl to the table at the side of the bed, where Hale plugged in my phone for me to charge. Grinning like a loon, I pull up our text thread and shoot off a message that is appropriately vague but enticing enough that I know she’ll respond as soon as she gets it.

Some part of me expects an automatic response, but it doesn’t come. So after a few minutes of just staring at my blank screen, I sigh and climb off the bed. Might as well make my way down to the kitchen and watch my alphas cook for me.

My stomach gives another growl at the thought. Maybe I can convince Tic to make me a pre-dinner snack. Something to tide me over until our actual meal.

I grab one of Creed’s discarded t-shirts and slip it on before grabbing a pair of thigh high super soft slipper socks and pulling those on as well. Just as I leave my nest, my phone vibrates. When I check it, I find a video response from Ren.

I don’t understand what I’m seeing at first. It’s just blond hair and for a moment, I think Ren accidentally recorded a video and sent it to me. But then it pulls back and I see that this is very intentional.

The blood drains from my face. Florence, my best friend in the entire fucking world, is sitting in a metal chair with arms. Her knuckles are white where she’s gripping armrests, and her knees are spread, her ankles tied to the legs. She has tears falling from her kaleidoscope eyes, soaking her cheeks, dripping off her chin. But she’s still glaring at the camera, shaking her head. At me or the person recording her?

I can feel the bonds in my chest with my pack, feel their concern over what I’m broadcasting to them, but I can’t take the time to tell them, to let them know I’m okay, but Ren isn’t.

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head faster, pressing backward, feet kicking like that will help her get away. Whatever she’s seeing is terrifying to her, draining her of her courage.

“Don’t move,” a voice I recognize all too well barks. And Ren stops scrambling.

“No,” I gasp when I see what she does. A sledgehammer comes into view right next to her left knee. “No. No!” I shout at the phone, glancing around like I can find something to make this stop, to save her. But this is a pre-recorded video; anything in it has already happened.

Tears flow freely down my cheeks as Ren starts scrambling again, toes pressing against the tiled floor, trying to get away,to no avail. “Please,” she begs. “Please, don’t do this. Please, Senator Bell, don’t hurt me.”

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