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I hate that we’re the ones who brought this to her. That we’re the reason she might have to deal with her half-brother again.
One thing is clear to me, though.
Fabian Vallejo Perez needs to die.
Not just because he took Stacia from us, and is doing who knows what. But because of the pain he’s caused my scent match.
Hell, even if she wasn’t my scent match, I’d still want to kill him for what he’s done to her.
Now I just have to figure out how to kill him. I’ll add it to the list right underneath getting Stacia free from him.
“I’m going to kill him.”
It seems I’m not the only one who’s pissed, which is surprising.
Ven’s always been considered the hothead—even though my anger runs just as hot. The difference is he’s not nearly as good at hiding it as I am.
“I’m with you on that.” Knight sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Sitting there listening to her talk about the shit she’s been through? It was terrible. All I wanted to do was scoop her into my arms and tell her everything was going to be okay. But how can I say that when we need her to help Stacia? I told her not to take the case—that we’d leave.”
A growl escapes me, and my omega laughs. “I didn’t mean it, Mack. Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m much too selfish for that. Plus, she refused. She said she knew what he was capable of and that she couldn’t leave an omega with him. She sounded so guilty—like it was her fault that he had Stacia. I didn’t like it. But once she told me the story, she wanted both of us gone.”
“She’s probably overwhelmed,” I murmur, wondering what we can do to help her with that.
Without giving away the fact that we’re her scent matches.
Because we are.
There’s no denying it for us, but I can understand why she doesn’t want to know.
My inner alpha isn’t a fan of keeping the information from her, but I get it. Plus, I think she already knows. She’s just not ready to admit it.
Something else I can understand—even if I don’t like it.
“So what are we supposed to do?” Ven asks, pacing across the small room.
“She agreed to get to know you. That has to mean something, right?” Knight doesn’t sound convinced of the shit he’s spewing.
Ven shakes his head. “She doesn’t want us.”
“She’s afraid to want us,” I correct him. “She’s only ever been with one alpha—someone she considers the love of her life. Hewas murdered in front of her after she had lost both of her parents. For thirteen years, she hasn’t considered being with anyone else outside of her heats, and now she has scent matches. She’s overwhelmed.”
“That’s dumb.” Ven scoffs before sighing. “No, it’s not dumb. I’m an asshole.”
Knight snorts. “You’re definitely an asshole, but that’s part of your charm. I think this is something we’re just going to have to play by ear. Prescott doesn’t have the same hang-ups and is willing to get to know both of you. I think he’s excited about being courted by a pack, but he made himself perfectly clear—he goes nowhere without Luna.”
I nod slowly. “Good. She needs someone in her corner. We’re already bonded, so while it’s easier to accept you because you’re an omega, you’re part of us. Even if Prescott is our scent match, he’s still hers first.”
“For now, at least,” Knight confirms. “I hate asking both of you to wait, but if we push her, I think we’ll lose her.”
“I don’t care how long it takes. You know me. I’m a paragon of patience.” I shoot my omega a wink. “But I want her, so I’ll do whatever she wants me to for as long as she needs me to. I’ll use scent blockers for the rest of my life just to be allowed to be in her orbit.”
Ven gags as he drops to sit beside me on the bed. “For someone who doesn’t talk all that often, you sure do have a way with words.”
“You love it.”
“I hate it and you.”
I shake my head. “No, you don’t. Now, you haven’t said much. How are you doing with all of this?”
