Page 38 of Knot Our Omega

We pulled up to the gate and one of the wolves was standing there on all fours. I stepped out of the truck.

“We need help,” I said. “Our mate…our mate was kidnapped.”

He growled, and I thought we were screwed, but then he shifted to his skin, and we told him what happened.

“I’ll meet you at the main house. We can discuss this situation there.”

He arrived before we did and brought us into their dining room where a handful of wolves joined us, all listening to us tell them what happened and asking questions. Some felt irrelevant, but maybe they knew something we didn’t and they mattered.

There was a lot of back-and-forth on how to figure out who took her, especially without store cameras. Those cameras, or lack thereof kept coming up, and the alpha who greeted us at the gate, Ray, called for the pack’s tech guy—his name was Max.

Max looked more like a linebacker than a tech nerd, but he grabbed the computer and started typing. From what I could see, the screen was filled with more numbers than words. I had no idea what he was doing, but then again, I wasn’t a tech specialist. He was.

My packmates and I stood there. We didn’t ask questions. None of us wanting to break his concentration, which appeared intense.

Max slammed both palms onto the table. At first, I thought it was in frustration, but then his smile grew. “I’m in.”

“Not your fastest,” the pack alpha teased. Is that what we were doing? Having a good time?

Vargas didn’t think so. His wolf was growling in his chest.

I placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him. This wasn’t the time to get angry and reckless. If there was ever a time Rumor needed us to use our brains, it was now.

“So…this is actually the bakery across the street,” Max said. He blew part of it up so we could see the reflection of the baked goods in the glass. “But if we look across…is that the alley?”

I nodded.

“Okay. Exactly how long ago was this?”

We gave our best estimate. He rewound the footage.

A van pulled up. Men got out—their faces obscured. Even the one who walked around to the front to open the door for the others had his head down and a hood up. They were prepared. This wasn’t spontaneous.

Less than a minute later, the alarmed door opened. Two men went inside, and the three of them came out a minute later carrying our mate. She was struggling. Fighting. Good girl.

Then the driver’s side opened, and the woman who had been behind the wheel walked around to open the back doors.

Unlike the others, she didn’t hide her face.

It was Reyna.

Reyna had taken our fucking mate.

Reyna had stolen her own twin.

Reyna needed to die.

“What does she want with her?” Penn asked.

“Remember when she texted? How she asked questions about Rumor’s heat?” I hated to even think the two were connected, but it was the only thing that made sense.

This time, the growl in Vargas’s chest turned into a deep, rumbling sound. I could smell his fur—he was right at the edge.

So was I.

“We need to get her,” I barked. “We need to bring her back, and we need to do it fast. Her heat’s almost here, and I don’t know what they’re going to do to her.” My voice cracked. My eyes blurred. “But we can’t let it happen.”

We hadn’t even told her we loved her yet. Not in those words. And already we’d let her down.

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