Page 75 of Knotted By the Demon

“What’s wrong?” Sofia asked, her arm wrapping around Greek’s waist, holding him close. He placed his hand over hers, staring up at me with a nervous glint in his stormy eyes.

“I need to perform a check on Greek,” I told Sofia.

Her brow arched. “What kind of check?”

I swiped my hand over my face. There was no easy way of saying this. “He may have a tracker on him.”

Greek’s gasp tore through my heart and soul.

“Have they found me?” he whispered.

“It’s just a check, love,” Sofia assured him. “We just need to be sure. I’ll hold you while our alpha checks your body, okay?”

Greek nodded, eyes on me. “I’m ready, alpha.”

I checked his head first, massaging his scalp, feeling for any tiny wounds.

“Do you know what you’re looking for?” Sofia asked.

“I do. My father once had a tracker put in me after knocking me out cold.” My words made them both gasp. “I found it and cut it out,” I continued.

“Did it hurt?” Greek asked.

“It...” I didn’t want to lie to him. “Yeah. A little.”

His whimper made me want to hunt down Natalie and Nathan and rip them limb for limb.

“But I healed fast,” I told him, my words calming him a little.

“Your father,” Sofia started. “Do you still talk to him?”

“I can’t. He’s dead. I killed him,” I confessed. “Then I escaped his pack. A pack that hadn’t wanted me anyway,” I said as I checked Greek’s neck and arms. “My father had abused my mother, and nine months later, she had me. As I got older, she hated my face, screaming that I looked like him. Until one day, she could no longer take it, and she dropped me off at his home, leaving me there.”

I checked Greek’s chest and abs, looking for any tiny cuts that would be home to a tracker. I continued talking, trying to distract them from what was going on. As I checked his thighs and legs, I told them about what my life had been like with my father’s pack. Sofia cursed under her breath a few times, and Greek’s eyes swam with tears.

“The alpha who kills a pack alpha becomes the next pack alpha. But I didn’t want that. Plus, I’d killed my father to escape him and his pack. I thought my brother would pretend I was dead and step in to take over the pack. But the pack decided they wanted my head as proof before he could take over. He’s been hunting me ever since. There’s a good chance that the alpha lurking near here is one of his scouts. I’ve killed his scouts before. I’ll do it again.”

I glanced at Greek’s ankle, where the faintest scar caught my eye. It was barely noticeable, but I’d seen enough in my yearsto recognize something that didn’t belong. The scar was faint, small, and too symmetrical to occur naturally. I ran my thumb over it.

“It’s here,” I said, my voice a growl.

“That?” Greek said. “I bumped my leg on something during one of my heats. At least,” he paused and sighed. “That’s what Nathan told me. That liar!”

“They put it in when you were most vulnerable,” Sofia whispered. “They’re evil. Pure evil. They deserve what’s coming if they step onto our property.”

“They’ll never touch you again,” I promised. “But I need to take this out and destroy it.”

After a pause, Greek nodded. I stepped back and left the room to gather the things I needed. I returned and sat down on the bed beside them, placing a towel under Greek’s ankle.

“Hold him,” I told Sofia, and then I went to work. I moved quickly, getting it out as fast as I could.

“Got it,” I muttered, holding up the tiny device.

“Oh,” Greek said. “That wasn’t bad. I’ve felt worse.”

“And I hate that for you,” I told him as I crushed the tracker under my boot, grinding it into the floorboards.

Sofia held him close.

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