Page 106 of Our Deceptive Heat

Tony lifts his head and smiles from where he’s been sitting at the front of the bus, quietly listening with a huge smile. “Already on it.”

Tyr steps into her space, forcing her back. “You want to blackmail our pack? That’s going to cost you. So you want to hurt Ryn Raines? Then I hope you’re ready to have us,” he gestures to the bus, “as your enemies. You find my omega’s scent disgusting? Make your own way to the next city. You’re not welcome on my bus.”

“It’s not your bus-its company-”

Tara is beginning to realise just how much trouble she’s in, and I am here for it.

“My bus. I paid for it, not the company,” Tyr growls. “You think I didn’t see the writing on the wall? Raines is trying to destroy Fate’s Choice, and he sent you and your shitty songs to do it. We’ve been quietly buying ourselves out of this crappy label for weeks now.”

“Raines is going to be furious. You’re hiding an omega!” Tara shouts, her face turning as red as a tomato. “I’ll tell him. I’ll tell him right now!” she shouts.

“Good! Do it!” Digs snaps and meets my eyes, daring me to argue. I shrug my shoulders.

Envy nods his head. I look at him, his eyes are still locked on mine. “I’m sick of hiding,” he whispers. “I want my life back.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, squeezing his shoulders.

He nods. “It's time.”

I smile and touch my lips to his. I hate that this long-awaited moment is tinged with sorrow. But if we can help her, we have to.

“What my omega wants, my omega gets,” I say to him gently. I lift my eyes, searching for Tyr. “So, this is our exit strategy?”

Tony stands up. “I mean, it’s as good a time as ever. I’ve worked it out, along with the bus, your homes, and the fine you’ll accrue. You should still have enough to survive for a year or so before you need to start looking for work.”

Tyr looks stunned. “We did it? But I thought-”

“Your figures were off, Tyr. You had more money than you thought. I had an accountant check just to be safe.”

Tyr exhales sharply. “Ring Raines now.” He drops the command on Tara, not giving her a choice.

Tara jolts, shaking, but Tony walks in between us with the phone in his hand.

“Is the band on the road, Tony? I’m busy?” Typhor growls.

“Alpha Raines, sir. We have something we need to confess,” Tony says with glee.

There is a sudden and violent silence. “What do you have to confess?” Typhor Raines growls in all his glory; fuck, I’ll be so glad to see the back of him.

“Tara Shillings, the songwriter you sent out, just informed us she told you Ryn is an omega.”

“Yes.”

“That information is incorrect.”

“How so?” Oh, the icy rage in his voice.

I take the phone. “We know Ryn isn’t an omega because the sugar and cinnamon scent is from a different omega.”

There’s another horrible silence.

“Of course, she couldn’t even do that much right.”

It takes everything in me not to bite.

“Who?”

I bristle. I really hate this prick.

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