Page 51 of Knot my Alphas

“Caleb?”

“Shh. Just stay with me.”

Laying her head against my chest, she makes a contented noise.

“When are Damon and Raiden coming back?” she asks after a while.

“They’re staying at our parent’s home tonight,” I say. “They’ll both be in meetings at the headquarters tomorrow, so they decided to spend the night there.”

“Will you see them tomorrow?”

“I’m not sure,” I say. “We’re running all over the place to gather more weapons and supplies to secure our bases. Things wouldn’t be so hectic if we weren’t competing with every other military pack. Everyone is alert and wants to secure their own properties.”

Pushing off my chest, she stares up at me. “Did Callahan attack other packs too?” she asks in a low, worried tone.

“No, but everyone’s on high alert. The Black Widow attacks have always been brutal in the past. No one wants to risk being the next target.”

“Callahan will be focusing his attention on us.”

“I know,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “If only I could expose his true face to the world. He hurt Damon. He hurt and killed the soldiers who were as precious to me as my brothers. I hate that he’s even sunk his claws in you.”

She climbs off my lap and straightens up. “You’re not alone in your fight against him. I’ll help you destroy him.” Her eyes are filled with hate and rage. I stare at the grim expression that hardens her soft features.

Something tightens in my chest.

Iris is my omega. Beautiful and sweet as she is, she’s also burdened by the inherent instincts that make her vulnerable to an alpha.

“Let’s go,” she says suddenly. “We can talk about our world domination plans later. For now, let me get you some dinner.”

My stomach groans like it’s just remembered all the meals it’s missed.

“Hurry,” Iris moans, pulling at my hand.

I let her haul me off the couch and lead me through the corridors to reach the kitchen.

“Have a seat,” she says, gesturing toward the dining table. “I’ll heat the food and bring it to you.”

I sit on a chair and watch her go toward the wine cabinet. She takes out a bottle of red wine, opens the cork, and pours the liquor into a glass.

“This will help you relax,” she says, offering me the glass.

I hesitate at once.

“It’s just one glass,” she says, putting it down before me. “You won’t be hungover in the morning, I promise. And if you are, I’ll make you my special hangover sandwich.”

“What if there’s another attack? I need to stay alert.”

Sadness spreads over her pretty face. “It’s all my fault,” she says, her eyes shimmering with tears. “I’m the reason Callahan attacked your home. You’re unable to rest because of me.”

“None of this is your fault,” I say, squeezing her hand. “I’m the bastard who brought you here. You’d have never crossed paths with him if I left you alone. Instead, I pulled you deeper into my world.”

Picking up the glass of wine, I take a sip. The bittersweet liquid slides down my throat and lights a fire in my belly, giving me the courage to own up to the truth.

“You couldn’t have known.”

I pull her against me and bury my nose against her neck, greedily soaking up her addictive fragrance.

“Let me go,” she whines, trying to get my arms off her. “I’ve got to get your food ready.”

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