Page 11 of Tying the Knot
Her whole world has been ripped away, and we are to blame for that.
It makes me feel like a piece of shit.
I watch as she gathers herself and slides into the back, slamming the door quickly to block outherscent from my senses. I’m not sure how I’m going to survive this drive home.
Taking several deep breaths before I climb into the driver’s seat, I set off, hunched over the steering wheel, pulling my black beanie further down my forehead.
“Will I get to see them?” she asks quietly after a few moments.
“I don’t know. Right now, they are going through processing and sentencing, and it’s going to take a while.”
I glance at her in the rear view mirror. She nods, pressing her lips together.
I seriously hate those arseholes for what they’ve done to her. He, Adam Happs, wouldn’t even look at her. One of them asked about her briefly, Pierce, I think his name was. But the others dismissed her as if she didn’t even exist. I can’t even begin to fathom how they could do that. If she were mine, she would be my world.
I let out a soft growl and hunch even further down if that’s possible, a scowl etched into my face that will probably stay there for all eternity now; it’s that embedded into my features.
“Here,” she murmurs a few moments later.
I pull up to the pavement, never so grateful to have a car ride end in my entire life.
“Thanks.”
“No worries.”
I bite my tongue as she hesitates and then opens the car door.
I want to call her back in and ravage her on the back seat of my work vehicle, casting her scent all over the damn place, so I never have to be without it.
But I don’t.
The car jostles as she slams the door closed. I watch as she walks up to the mansion in Kensington that, regardless of whose name it is in, has been paid for with blood money.
It makes me sick to my stomach that she has no idea.
Tearing my gaze away from her as she bends down to retrieve a key from the safe place they keep it, I know in my heart that I have to give in to the pack’s demands. I have found the omega I’ve been waiting for, but I can never have her.
So now it’s time to settle.
There will be no other that makes me feel this way for her, so protective, so crazy possessive, so maddeningly jealous of anyone who gets to touch her, be with her, even get close enough to fill their lungs with her scent.
With a heavy heart and a sigh that bears the weight of my decision, I turn the car around and set off back to the station to give the pack the news that tomorrow we will start a serious search for an omega in time for the rut next month.
I blink back the tears that suddenly and to my disgust, spring to my eyes. But Iamfull of sorrow that I will never get to know her.
“Goodbye, Morgan,” I whisper. “Happy Birthday, sweetheart.”
I then focus on getting my arse back to the station in one piece, forcing myself to concentrate on the drive so I don’t end up in an accident, which will achieve nothing except maybe peace for my savagely battered soul.
ChapterEight
Morgan
I closethe front door quietly, glad that we left a light on when we left.
We.
I lean against the door, dropping the key in the bowl on the table near it, feeling the freezing cold glass through my dress. I bend down and pull my shoes off, glad to finally be out of them. Leaving them by the front door, I cross through the entrance hall to the foot of the stairs, only to stop and turn back. I race over to pick the shoes up, clutching them to my chest. Adam hates shoes left by the front door. Even though he isn’t here, I know if he comes home tonight, he will be pissed if he sees them there. I feel the debit card that Jeremy gave me dig into my breasts, and I scoop it out, glaring at it with loathing. I want to cut it up and throw it in the bin, but I can’t. I’m not stupid. Iknowthey’ve frozen the bank accounts, and even if I had my own card, which I don’t, I wouldn’t be able to use it. This is all I’ve got.
