Page 14 of Tying the Knot
“I think he’s decided that, seeing as he can’t have the Happs omega, he is jumping into this to forget about her.”
Two gazes land on me in curiosity. “How do you figure that?” Dylan asks, but his interest is piqued.
“I see things that no one else does, remember.”
“Humph. Well, I say we take it at face value and find the best damn omega the agency has to offer because I’m telling you now if we don’t, this house of cards will collapse on us, and we won’t like the consequences.”
Kal storms off as well, leaving Dylan and me to glare at each other.
“Well, this is just great,” I murmur. We’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, and now it’s been thrust onto us in a really shitty way that will ruin the entire experience.
However.
With a laboured sigh, I know Kaleb is right. We are doomed if we don’t act fast and find someone for our pack.
“This isn’t right,” Dylan says, trying again, but he doesn’t have the temperament to pursue it. He will follow along because he hates making waves and tries to keep the peace as much as he can.
“It’s what we all want.”
His gaze hardens. “This is going to end in disaster.” He kicks my bin over, which is probably the angriest I’ve ever seen him, and he follows in Eli’s footsteps, instead barging out of the station to blow off whatever steam outside where he won’t get his arse publicly handed to him by our fearsome leader, who is clearly in no mood to be fucked with.
I sit back with a sigh, twiddling with my pen.
“Nik!” Eli bellows, opening his office door. “Where the fuck is that report?”
“Coming,” I murmur and stand up, gathering the paperwork up into a neat pile and slipping it into a brown folder.
I know deep down that Dylan will come around, but it still concerns me that he might possibly block this attempt for our pack to finally mate. We don’t need any more friction over it, seeing as Eli has thrown down the gauntlet.
I make a mental note to contact the agency first thing in the morning before they send the file over to Eli, making sure they understand the importance of someone who fits Elijah’s very specific set of characteristics. The rest of us are more easy going and open-minded.
As I wind my way through the bullpen to Eli’s office, I inhale deeply and keep my fingers crossed that this all works out and is a happy event, not the catastrophe I can, unfortunately, foresee in our near future.
ChapterTen
Morgan
I wakeup the following morning with a thumping headache and freezing cold. With a groan, I straighten my legs and lift my head off the cold, hard tile flooring, running my hand through my tangled hair.
“Fuck,” I mutter and look around at the mess I made. I’m so glad Adam didn’t come home last night. He would’ve had a shit fit to see this. Uncurling myself, stiff and achy, I catch sight of the anklet. Growling, I grab it and yank it off my ankle, leaving a red welt in its place. I get to my feet with the help of the counter, take off my coat, and place it neatly over one of the bar stools at the kitchen island, and then I cross over to get the upright dustpan and brush. I start to methodically sweep up the tablets that are scattered all over the floor, bending to reach under the freestanding island and dragging out those that rolled under there. Upending the pan, I dump them all in the bin, throwing the bottles away as well as the anklet, just as the back door opens.
I freeze but relax slightly when I see it’s only Sharon.
Then I remember what Jeremy said about her.
“You,” I hiss, jabbing my finger in her direction. “Get out.”
She pauses, probably debating whether she should pretend or not. Then she sighs. “He told you.”
“That you’ve been spying on us? Yes, he told me everything.”
“I wasn’t spying,” she says carefully, her dark hair wafting around her face as she shakes her head. “That wasn’t why I was here. I was here to make sure you were okay.”
“So you didn’t spy? Not once go through our drawers?” I don’t believe it.
“There is nothing here. Never. They worked off-site, and we knew that. They were careful never to bring anything here. Ever.”
“So you did spy.”
