Page 16 of Tying the Knot
“No way,” I murmur, crossing the road to get a better look at the woman standing on the pavement with her arms laden down as she stares up at the budget hotel.
I catch her scent immediately, my stomach clenching. She is bundled up in winter clothes, a hat and scarf with oversized sunglasses shielding her eyes, but her scent is unmistakable.
“Morgan,” I murmur, frozen to the spot.
A thousand thoughts drift through my head, but the one that is first and foremost is a question. A big, bold question that leaves me short of breath and slightly dizzy.
Has she left her pack?
What else would she be doing here, miles from her home, with a bag and a box, glaring up at a hotel like it’s the gates of hell?
Every cell in my body is begging me to move forward, to speak to her, to ask her these pertinent questions that Ineedto know the answers to, but I can’t. I’m frozen to the spot, and it has nothing to do with the weather. The implications of this are just too significant and too monumental to ignore.
I stand there like a mug as she moves forward, and some arsehole lets her in with a big smile and a more than overt glance at her pert backside.
“Pervert,” I growl, finally moving forward.
But it’s too late. She is inside, and a group of businessmen exits the hotel, cutting me off from her.
It doesn’t matter, though. I know where she is and as it happens, that is less than a minute’s jog from the St. Clair pack house. Elijah needs to know about this right now. He has to call off the search for an omega, and we have to go about finding a way to make Morgan ours. I won’t settle, and neither should any of the others. When they hear about this, they will back me up. I'm sure of it.
Eli has fallen for her as badly as I have. That was plain from last night's shitshow and Nik’s astute observation about him trying to get over her by finding someone else.
Forcing my body to move, I start to pick up the pace the closer I get to the house until I’m sprinting as I burst through the front door and head straight for the kitchen, where I can smell freshly brewed coffee, signifying the presence of Kaleb, if not Nik as well. Eli has kept himself locked away, which is probably a good thing with the mood he was in when we finally got home in the early hours of this morning.
I shove open the kitchen door to be confronted by Nik and Kal and give them a smug smile. “You will never guess who I just saw checking into a hotel literally down the road.”
They both give me a blank stare, Nik taking a small sip of coffee as Kal raises his eyebrow.
“Do we have to actually guess, or are you going to cut out the bullshit and just tell us?” Nik asks.
“Morgan Happs!” I blurt out, unable to hold out any longer.
Kaleb’s sharp intake of breath doesn’t deter me from powering forward. “I was out jogging, and there she was, on the pavement outside some cheap hotel with a bag and box, clearly ready to go inside. And then she did. She’s left them!”
Nik and Kal exchange a sceptical glance. “She lives in Kensington. That’s like an hour away from here. You must’ve confused her with someone else.”
“Nope. It was her,” I say adamantly. “I crossed over the road and caught her scent, chocolate orange. It was her.”
Silence.
“Don’t you get it? She’s left them.”
“Who has left who?” Eli asks as he pushes his way into the kitchen with a folder in his hand.
“Morgan left her pack and has checked into a hotel down the road,” I say triumphantly.
He swallows, his eyes closing off completely. “Oh.” He flings the folder onto the kitchen island that is separating me from Kal and Nik. “Here. Pick your favourites, and we’ll set up some meetings for tomorrow.”
He storms out without another word, leaving me gaping after him. “Didn’t you hear what I said?” I call out, turning back to the other two alphas. “Anyone?”
Kal opens the folder and starts to flick through the pages.
“Hello?” I wave my hand to see if anyone is listening to me.
“Look, Dyl. Even if it was her, we don’t know why she’s checked into a hotel. Could be a hundred reasons. Maybe the boiler broke, and it’s freezing in her home, or a pipe burst, and the place is flooded,” Nik says carefully, placing his mug down on the island.
“Or she’s realised that her pack are murdering drug lords, and she’s left them,” I grit out.
