Page 68 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
Not knowing I had this huge secret I was hiding from her.
Well, now the cat’s out of the bag.
“She was one of the strongest leads we’ve had so far. She seemed knowledgeable about the club and brothel network,” Killian says.
“And the drug trade, too,” Stone says. “I actually got caught by one of the big players in the drug scene.” He lifts up his good arm to grip the back of his neck, letting out a huff of self-deprecating laughter. “Turns out they mean business.”
“I told you they meant business when you asked me about them,” Reyna says from the doorway.
I push myself off the wall I’m leaning against, a breath of relief whooshing out of my lungs at the sight of her.
“You—you did,” Stone says, a relieved smile appearing on his lips. “Should’ve listened to you.”
Luna peeks her head from around her and waves to the rest of us. “Hi! Sorry it took us so long to get back, we just needed some time for girl talk, you know?”
Reyna stares at the floor, her hands shoved in her pockets. She glances up at us and winces, her cheeks tinted with a little flush of something that looks shockingly like embarrassment.
“What the hell were you thinking?” Killian growls, stalking forward until he’s staring down at her.
She doesn’t back down.
Seriously impressive, if you ask me. I’ve seen alphas back down when they find themselves in Killian’s line of fire.
Reyna just glares back up at him, her shoulders stiff and her piercing gray eyes narrowed.
Luna lets out a little cough as she shifts closer to her bond mates, who all move defensively around her.
“Tone it down, asshole,” Reyna hisses.
“Why thehelldid youthrow yourself out of a window?” Killian growls. His dominance is so thick in the air even I can feel it from across the room.
He reaches up to grip Reyna’s shoulders, but she jerks herself backwards until her back hits the wall.
“Don’t touch me!” Her face instantly transforms into a look of genuine fear and she flinches, her hands coming up like she’s bracing for a hit.
The room erupts with movement. I find myself instantly rushing towards her, but surprisingly, Milo makes it there first.
He stands in front of her, hiding her behind his lanky frame as he looks at Killian silently.
“Calm down, man,” I say, gripping Killian’s shoulder and pulling him a couple steps back. “Seriously, take a breath. You’re not helping the situation.”
Killian drags a hand down his face and takes a shuddering inhale.
“Are you alright?” I ask Reyna, leaning to look around the still-silent Milo.
My eyes dart down to where one of her hands is gripping the back of Milo’s t-shirt. It’s trembling, a little bit. There’s also a bandage there, on the palm of her hand.
“Wait, what happened to your hand?”
“Turns out throwing yourself out of a window, even if it’s on the first floor, has its consequences,” she says, lifting one of her hands to show the bandage along her palm. “Nothing serious, though, just a couple scrapes.”
“You’re not allowed to do something that stupid again,” Killian growls.
I shoot him a glare, because seriously, why does every other word out of his mouth sound like something—as Reyna put it—an asshole would say?
“Oh, I’m notallowedto do something stupid?” Reyna says, stepping out from behind Milo, her hands braced on her hips.
Something inside of me relaxes, seeing her normal fiery self. Seeing her terrified scared the shit out of me.
