Page 101 of Knot Their Girl
He tenses, but he does not resist, even though he could. His team might’ve been your run-of-the-mill alphas, but his scent is laced with an added layer of dominance, too. He’s the only one in this house that could maybe take me and Rourke on.
But he doesn’t even try—and still, he won’t meet my eyes.
“Where are they?” I hiss the demand inches away from his face.
He sighs, sounding bored, as if his life doesn’t dangle in front of him. “Again, I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean—”
I don’t let him say anything else. I lean my head back then whip it forward as hard as I can, so hard I see stars, but the action serves its purpose. Bradford’s head jerks back as the alpha grunts, and I let him go, right into the arms of Rourke, who’s waiting to restrain him.
As I watch a thin trail of blood burst from his forehead from the headbutt, I growl out, “That’s for kidnapping my omega.” Once Rourke has him cuffed, I land a punch square on his jaw. “And for my beta.” To Rourke, I say, “Take him outside with the others. Line them up and call the police.”
As much as I want to take this asshole to our company’s secluded warehouse and torture the living fuck out of him, he’s too high profile of a name. Regular law enforcement needs to get involved.
Bradford, with his hands now restrained behind his back, jerks himself away from Rourke, muttering, “Don’t touch me.”
Rourke rolls his eyes before forcefully grabbing the alpha and shoving him forward. Him and his team go to join mine up front, which leaves me a big ass house to search.
I don’t wait around. I resume the search, moving quickly from room to room. I make it to the second flood. The house spans on and on, so it takes a while to fully search it. Eventually, I come upon a door with a lock on the outside. My heart leaps in my chest, and I flip that deadbolt faster than I’ve ever moved before. Throwing open the door and stepping inside, I’m greeted by the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
A waiting Raeka and a concerned Colter.
They stand just before a queen-sized bed, what worry there was on their faces melting away the very instant they lock eyes with me. I rush toward my omega, bending to scoop her up and sweep her in my arms.
“Raeka,” I whisper her name, burying my nose in her hair and breathing her in, the relief in me so overwhelming it’s suddenly hard for me to think straight.
She hugs me back, her feet lifted off the floor. “I knew you’d come for us.” She barely finishes the words before I turn my face in toward hers and catch that mouth with mine, kissing her with a fury I hope tells her I can’t lose her. Ever.
I’m slow in setting her down, even slower in pulling my lips off hers, and I look at Colter. He’s giving me a strange look that says something along the lines of:I hope you’re not going to kiss me next.
The beta doesn’t have to worry. I have zero desire to do that.
I do, however, reach for him. I grab him by the shoulder and pull him in toward me, hugging him in much the same way as Raeka, only with a little less fire—and no kiss to seal the embrace.
“Gideon?” Raeka asks.
I let Colter go as I say, “He’s at the HQ downtown.” I pull out my phone and dial him, and before he can pick up, the omega snakes the phone out of my hand.
You’d have to be blind to not see the relief in her eyes when she hears Gideon’s voice. “Gideon,” she says softly, a slight smile on those soft lips. “We’re fine. Both of us. We’ll see you soon, okay? I—” It almost sounds like she’s about to tell him she loves him, but she stops herself short. “I can’t wait to see you.” Then she ends the call and hands the phone back to me.
Knowing she’s safe, unharmed, knowing I made it to them both in time… I can’t say I’ve ever been more full of relief than I am in that exact moment in time.
This girl, this pack; as unexpected as they were, I cannot imagine my life without them.
Chapter Forty-Five – Raeka
The moment Gideon sees us walk out of the elevator, he rushes us. The alpha sweeps me up in his arms, much like Pax did, and nuzzles into me. “Thank God,” he whispers before kissing me, reminding me of just why I fell for this particular alpha in the first place.
“It ain’t God you should thank,” Pax says, watching as Gideon pulls away from me and hugs his nephew.
“You’re right,” Gideon says, turning toward the über alpha. “It’s you. Thank you, Pax.”
Alphas might claim they don’t like praise, but I can see the way Pax’s shoulders relax, and I know he’d never admit it out loud, but he likes being appreciated. “You don’t have to thank me, you know that. It’s a pack leader’s job to make sure his whole pack is safe.”
“Pack leader, huh?” A new voice enters the conversation, and we all watch as another alpha approaches us. He wears a sleek black suit, much like Bradford did, only he doesn’t radiate a coldness—at least, not to us. “So it is official, then, what’s been passed along the grapevine.”
With hair and eyes the same color as Pax’s, anyone would be able to recognize the fact they’re brothers. Darius gives his brother a friendly pat on the back before joining us, and he shifts his gaze between us.
“Gideon,” Darius says, offering his hand. “Good to see you again. I’m glad my brother worked out in more ways than one.”
