Page 11 of Knot Shattered
Pack frost is already there as well. Fox is sitting at the table poring over what looks like blueprints in front of him. He looks slightly disheveled. Theres a purple haired woman sitting with her legs in his lap as she reads a folder of papers. She's so small it’s startling. Dare is pacing slowly as he listens tosomething on a tape recorder. Jex is leaning against the wall next to Jace. It's weird to see them all dressed the same way in combat pants and T-shirts.
Fallon is smaller than I’d expected, standing tall in heels and a deceptively cheerful floral sundress that belied every rumor I’d ever heard. Her bright eyes narrowed slightly at our entrance, curiosity mingling with a flash of something sharper and protective.
Draped in black lace and velvet, Violet looked like she might summon something dark and vicious if provoked. She watched us silently, eyes cool and appraising.
Fallon is the first to speak to us. She studies each one of us closely. “One of you has a name that starts with an M, right?”
Micha looks confused but introduces himself to her. She points two fingers at her eyes, then at him. “I’ve just about had it with M’s. I’m watching you.”
Voss snorts out a laugh. “They are the good guys, I promise, princess.”
“Either way. I’m watching you.”
“Do I want to know?” Micha mutters, looking just as confused as the rest of us.
Kingston looks over at us. “Every bad guy during this whole mess has a name starting with the letter M. It gets old real quick. I’m glad you guys made it.”
But before I could fully appreciate the omega duo’s intensity, another omega stepped into view, stealing my breath completely.
She moved quietly behind Fallon, lingering near the edge of the table. Her long, wavy hair cascaded down her back in shades of sunset. Orange bleeding gently into goldenblonde, catching softly in the overhead lights. Her curves were accentuated beautifully by the pencil skirt hugging her hips, matched with a cropped vintage tee that looked somehow both casual and perfect. She was taller than both Fallon and Violet, maybe five-six, but something about the way she stood felt larger. Bolder.
She turned, eyes lifting hesitantly, and I felt my pulse spike. Blue eyes met mine, bright and deep, but haunted. For one second, the world tilted.
Even with scent cancelers humming silently in every corner, the faintest whisper of something sweet, rich, and utterly omega slid beneath the antiseptic fog, tugging at the deepest part of my instincts.
Blueberry pancakes.
My body stiffened slightly, eyes widening in shock. I glanced quickly toward my packmates, catching Micha’s subtle intake of breath, Ravik’s sudden tense stillness, and Salem’s barely-there tremble as he held himself carefully composed. They felt it too.
Mate.
She was ours, and from the faint widening of her eyes, she felt something too. Yet the shadows there sharpened with uncertainty, almost panic, and I suddenly wanted nothing more than to ease whatever put that expression on her face.
Odette
August 26th
7:52 P.M
A startled squeak leaves me as I catch my hand on the table next to Fallon. Holy shit. My mates are here. Right here. And they are gorgeous. Something low in my body tightens as I study them. No one has noticed anything amiss yet.
The first one to catch my eye was unmistakably their leader, Micha. Tall, powerful, with an easy authority that seemed to command respect effortlessly. His auburn hair was neatly styled, short but still unruly enough to hint at something untamed beneath that carefully composed exterior. His fitted dark shirt hugged broad shoulders, and every line of his body spoke of quiet strength and hidden intensity. His beautiful golden eyes were full of emotion as he looked back at me.
Beside him stood another alpha, a quiet, brooding giant of a man. Even taller than Micha, with a presence that radiated danger. His black hair was slightly longer on top and shaved on the sides. I have the sudden urge to brush the small lock of hair out of his eyes. Dark eyes met mine, sharp and focused, sending a shiver down my spine that was as unsettling as it was thrilling. He was dressed entirely in black, his shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal powerful forearms inked with dark tattoos. Something fierce and protective radiated from him, quietly promising safety even as he seemed capable of violence without hesitation.
Chapter Four
Odette
August 26th
7:52 P.M
Just behind them was another man, standing a little to the side, calmer but no less striking. He was leaner and refined but still undeniably alpha, with sandy-brown hair swept back neatly and cool grey eyes. He wore a casual button-down shirt and jeans; every detail about him seemed deliberate. His gaze was on my face, gentle but piercing, assessing me softly, like he wanted to memorize my face.
The last alpha drew my eyes like a magnet. He stood with a casual confidence that should have felt arrogant, but instead just felt deeply, dangerously appealing. He was a little shorter than Micha, but no less imposing. Soft ash blond hair tousled carelessly, light colored eyes dancing with amusement and something darker beneath. His mouth curved in a small, crooked smile. He wore dark jeans and a soft tee shirt that hugged the lean, muscular frame beneath. Looking closer at his tee, I had to cover my mouth to stop the giggle that wanted to leave me. His shirt saidToo pretty to die, too dumb to stop.
His stance relaxed, but he was vibrating with restless energy. And when our eyes met, I saw something shift behind his playful gaze, a sudden flash of surprise, interest, and something deeper, almost primal. I sucked in a breath laughter over his tee forgotten.
