Page 62 of Knot What She Seems
Something isn’t right.
If my team aren’t in their positions, then?—
I freeze as an unfamiliar scent barrages me from all directions, eclipsing the sickly sweet scents of the omegas present. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever smelled before.
Pungent without being overwhelming.
Sweet without being sickly.
Addicting without being a drug.
A tiny voice in the back of my head growls, MINE!
No. This can’t be happening.
No. No. No. No.
But even as my brain forms that one word—screaming its denial for the world to hear—I know without a shadow of doubt that I’m in the presence of my scent match.
Ourscent match.
Our mate…is here.
My heart begins to pound even faster, even as shock thunders through me.
This can’t be happening.
We aren’t supposed to have a mate. We don’t even want one. We can’t?—
I find her instantly, as if my eyes are two heat-seeking missiles and she’s the target. I catch a glimpse of golden hair and rosy cheeks before she spins away, in the arms of a familiar man.
A man who isn’t me or one of my brothers.
A growl rises in my throat, causing my chest to rattle, and an omega standing nearby whimpers and hurries away. But I don’t give a shit. Nothing matters except for the fact that I’m in the presence of my scent match…and she’s in the arms of another guy.
A tiny voice in the back of my head reminds me that we know this alpha. That we’re even friends with him. But that voice is drowned out by the desperate desire to maim, claw, and kill. My blood feels tainted by battery acid, and a strange, prickly heat invades my body.
Before I even realize what I’m doing, I’m storming forward with a singular focus.
Someone is about to die.
No one outside of my pack is allowed to touch my mate.
No one.
21
BRYLEE
“Incoming,”I warn Nic as I see Ridge’s angelic face contort into a demonic expression as he stomps our way, coming into the ballroom from one of the many side doors. His blond hair glints, even more golden than usual in the light of the chandeliers, and I can’t lie—seeing him pissed is incredibly gratifying.
I think of every moment I’ve had to suffer in silence as Teddie under his smug, arrogant presence, and there’s nothing I want more than to put him in his place…which is a very un-omega thing for me to think, but I don’t give a damn about being broken right now.
I don’t even care about being petty.
Ridge deserves a big helping of humble pie, preferably fresh out of the oven and shoved in his face steaming hot.
Nic glances over his shoulder at the threat before turning back to me with a calm demeanor that I don’t think I could manage in a thousand years. I’m pretty sure my own face is bitter and far from attractive right now.
