Page 41 of Knot in Their Wildest Dreams: Part 1

“It’s a start, at least.” I admitted.

“She will be held accountable, Dante. Trust in the process.” Vigo tried to assure me.

I hated her - everything she stood for. But every time she walked into a room, my body betrayed me, aching for something my mind refused to want. And now, she was finding the cracks in our pack. And we still needed to get the evidence of what she was really up to.

“I need the proof. I need justice!” I said, frustrated at everything. I was angry that my packmate suddenly thought it was alright to disappear with my greatest enemy all night, angry that it bothered me as much as it did. I was angry that all of our progress still hadn’t resulted in the information I wanted.

Vigo put his hand on my shoulder, steadying me. “We’ll get it, Dante. Hold on a little longer.” He said quietly, trying to give me clarity.

“How can we do that when she’s our scent match.” I said back through clenched teeth. “She already got to Liam. I know it.”

“Whatever she and Liam were up to, it doesn’t change the fact that we know what she’s done. We can use the scent match complication to our advantage, too.” Vigo said with a wry smile. “You know omegas are more emotional. Their willpower isn’t the same. She’s probably much more desperate, deep down. We’ll use that to get the proof we need.” He said with encouragement.

I turned to face him, my emotions still burning me up.

“I can’t sleep, Vigo!” I practically shouted as I turned to pace, reaching up and gripping my hair as I shut my eyes. I could see the carnage as if I were there. “The images run through my mind every night that she’s here, under our roof. All those people, Vigo! Every second I think of their pain, their suffering! And all the while, she gets to sit there, unaffected, reaping the rewards of her cruelty!” My words were getting louder, and I turned to see Vigo looking at me with concern in his eyes.

“Try to hold on, Dante. She can’t know that you know about it.” His tone held a warning in it, and I knew I had to lower my voice. He was right. She could never know what I knew. It was the real reason she was here. The bullshit she pulled in Tedena was just a ruse. We needed proof of what she’d done in Arkala. What she’d done to the people. To my family.

My heart was racing. I needed to get out of here and cool off. I pushed past Vigo, ignoring the look of sympathy he gave me as I left the gym. I could feel my packmate’s concern at how I was closing myself off, but I didn’t care. They weren’t the ones plagued by visions each night of their home being desecrated.

I stalked down the hallway, headed for my room, when I saw Liam quickly turning from the kitchen. He froze when he saw me. I wasn’t close to him, but even at this distance I could smell it.

Her.

Her slick.

On his skin.

I saw red, and before I knew it, the sound of a roar filled the hallway.

Chapter 29

Liam

The moment Dante lunged, I knew I had to get him out of the house. We clashed hard, his fists landing with brutal precision as I dragged us toward the back, muscles straining to steer his fury away from anyone else. We managed to tumble into the backyard, and Dante was still nearly feral with rage.

“You fucked her! You traitor!” He yelled, his eyes dark as he pushed me so hard I nearly fell over. I righted myself, dusting my sweats off before I responded.

“Dante, listen, please. It’s not what you think.” My words were hollow. It was pretty muchexactlywhat he thought. Yeah, I lost my control and Celeste and I had done it.

“How could you?” Dante’s words were furious, but I could hear the pain behind them. I swallowed and stayed several feet back from him.

“Its… it’s the scent match. It’s inescapable, the need for her.” I finally admitted as I looked down. “But Dante, it’s only sex. Nothing more.”

Thankfully, Vigo burst out of the house, stepping between us just as Dante took a step forward, fury radiating off him in waves.

“Stop it! Both of you!” Vigo barked, arms outstretched like he could physically hold our pack together with sheer will. “This isn't going to fix anything!” His words barely registered as Dante growled at us.

“I told you! I told you he did it!” Dante’s words caused the shame I’d been avoiding to creep in. He was right. I’d just assured him the other night that I could handle being alone with Celeste.

I failed.

I failed so hard that I’d been unwilling to even let her leave my bed for the rest of the day, keeping her like a dream I didn’t want to wake up from. Because it was a dream. It was the closest thing I could get to having a scent match - if I pretended Celeste was a normal omega, and not who we knew her to be.

“Dante, please, you have to understand the unbearable ache of having her here, knowing she’s meant for us, and then being next to her… it’s impossible! Tell me you don’t feel the same pain when you aren't close to her!” I begged, trying to get my packmate to understand why I had slipped.

Vigo’s green eyes were lit up with caution as he assessed both of us, and I could see him struggling with the idea of having to deal with an alpha dominance fight. But Dante finally broke.

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