Page 17 of Knot All is Crystal
It’s cute.
“You’ll be lucky if you keep your life, Tyler, much less your job,” I growl, pulling my phone out of my pocket.
Kieran picks up on the first ring.
“Boss, Queenie’s subjects drugged her.”
“They did what? Where was Tyler?”
“They sent him out for another bottle of scotch.”
Kieran’s swearing is so loud that Tyler can hear it, and he flinches.
“I’m on my way.”
The line goes dead, and now the four Alphas look nervous. They’d be idiots not to be.
Everyone knows Kieran Cobb is the King.
And they just attacked his Queen.
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Kieran slamsthe lounge door open, fury twisting his features into something monstrous.
The idiot pack jumps backward, eyes widening when they spot the blood that is still on his shirt.
I would’ve thought he’d have changed by now, but Kieran does love a touch of drama.
“Gentlemen,” he snarls. “Am I correct in hearing that you have abused my hospitality and attempted to assault one of my employees?”
Tyler takes several steps back, clearly realizing he’s also in danger of Kieran’s wrath. Crystal slumps over in the chair, whining loudly, and the sound freezes everyone in the room.
A drugged-up Omega, in a manufactured heat spike, whining in a room full of on-edge Alphas, four of whom have an artificial rut brewing?
Yeah, this won’t end well.
“Get her out of here,” Kieran says through gritted teeth as I lift her from the chair and hold her bridal style to my chest.
“Already on it, boss.”
She doesn’t need to see the carnage that is about to unfold.
Crystal starts to buck in my arms as we leave the lounge. “Down, you big oaf. Put me down.”
I snort and squeeze her closer to my chest. “Shut up, Crystal. It’s not safe for you to be here.”
We garner plenty of looks as I take the staff stairs down to the first floor, but no one stops me. It worries me that they can see me carrying a drugged-out Omega and not say a word because of who I am.
It worries me, but it doesn’t surprise me, considering what happens here.
In any other situation, a Black man carrying a kicking and screaming white woman would get the cops called immediately.
Is this what privilege feels like?
“Mmm,” Crystal moans, rubbing her nose up my throat. “Smells so good.”
“It’s the drugs, Queenie,” I remind her, trying to jostle her head away from my pulse points.
