Page 46 of Knot Shattered
“Fucking bastards,” Haze growled softly, his knife spinning quicker, agitation building in the quiet rasp of metal. “Give me five minutes alone with either one of them.”
“Five?” Micha snorted quietly, humorless. “You’d need one.”
My jaw clenched tightly, fists tightening on my knees as I watched the men converse casually, laughter drifting through the cool night air. Rage bubbled low in my gut, a familiar, comforting presence I embraced. These men were the kind of monsters we’d spent our lives taking down. If it were my call, they’d already be dead.
“Stay sharp,” Micha warned softly, sensing my anger. “We need the intel more than we need their blood tonight. Wait for my signal.”
I nodded curtly, silently swallowing back the impulse to cross the street and break every bone in their worthless bodies.
Suddenly, a quiet vibration interrupted the tense silence in the SUV. Salem glanced down at his phone, frowned slightly, and quickly answered. A flicker of unease rippled down my spine as I caught the faint sound of panicked shouting through the line. I turned to Salem instantly, the atmosphere shifting sharply, my instincts screaming something was wrong.
Salem’s eyes snapped up to mine, his expression darkening instantly, all traces of calm erased. “That was Kingston. The girls were attacked at the Rosetti house. Fallon, Violet, and Odette are gone.”
For a moment, the world simply stopped. Cold dread punched through my chest, sharp and brutal. The thought of Odette being taken was unbearable. My heart pounded violently, rage hot and thick flooding my veins. My control, carefully honed over years of disciplined training, frayed dangerously.
“They were supposed to be safe there,” Micha growled, raw fury coloring his usually steady voice. His calm veneer cracked, revealing the deadly predator beneath. “How the fuck did anyone get through Rosetti’s security again?”
Haze cursed violently, gripping his blade tightly enough to draw blood from his palm, eyes wild. “I’ll tear them apart, piece by fucking piece.”
“No,” I said quietly, the word slicing through the car like steel. All three sets of eyes snapped to me, surprised at my calm tone despite the storm raging beneath my skin. My voice lowered to a deadly growl. “We’ll tear them apart. Slowly.”
Micha nodded grimly, his eyes burning darkly with promise. “No more surveillance. We go to Kingston now. We’ll tear the city apart if we have to. We get them back.”
I reached out, starting the engine with shaking hands, a single-minded purpose surging through my veins.
They had made a fatal mistake. They had taken what was ours—taken Odette. And now they would learn exactly what we were capable of. As the SUV roared to life and we sped toward the Rosetti pack house, I made a silent vow in the darkness.
I’ll bring you home, little omega.
And heaven help anyone who stood in our way.
Salem
October 20th
9:40 P.M
The Rosetti pack house looked like a warzone, usually a testament to elegance and careful luxury. Broken furniture littered the marble floor, glass shards glinting dangerously beneath the soft overhead lights. The once-soft rugs were stained dark red in spots, and the air was heavy with the sharp tang of blood and lingering panic.
All three packs, Rosetti, Frost, and our own, stood silently, shoulders tense, jaws clenched. My gaze moved slowly across the destruction, finally settling on the unmoving body sprawled awkwardly in the center of the chaos. He lay face down, blood pooling beneath his crushed skull, starkly still.
Nearby, a girly-looking baseball bat engraved with delicate floral patterns rested innocently on the rug, smeared crimson. I stared at it, disbelief warring with a strange pride that twisted in my chest.
Voss paced like a caged animal, muttering under his breath, wild-eyed. “I can’t—I can’t fucking do this again. How the fuck did this happen again?”
Jace laid a steady hand on his shoulder, his eyes hard but his voice carefully neutral. “We’ll find them, Voss. We’ll get them back.”
Fox moved slowly through the debris, stepping carefully over broken porcelain and shattered wood, his expression thoughtful as he surveyed the damage. He paused, head tilted,looking down at the body again before a faint smirk twisted his mouth. “I wonder which omega did this particular masterpiece?”
Jex glanced up sharply, brows arching in dark amusement. “Judging by the floral bat, I’d put money on Violet.”
“That’s a safe bet,” Dare drawled dryly, shaking his head. “Our omega has flair.”
Romano, who had been furiously working away on his tablet since we’d arrived, finally looked up sharply. His voice cut through the tense silence like a blade. “Guys, I’ve got the security footage from the attack. I’m putting it up now.”
Instantly, every alpha crowded closer to the massive TV screen mounted on the wall. My pulse quickened as I watched Romano bring up the footage. The room fell deathly silent as the video played, filling with grainy but clear images of our omegas lounging peacefully just moments before everything shattered.
Then came the sudden, violent entry of the six men. I felt Ravik’s deadly quiet presence behind me, his fury radiating in silent waves. Micha stood motionless beside me, face carved from granite, dark eyes locked on the screen.
