Page 23 of Tying the Knot
“Fuck,” I mumble and leave the hotel quickly, drawing in a deep breath of cold fresh air to clear the scent of her from my nose.
I make my way back to the packhouse quickly and steadily, almost marching along, my head in a total clusterfuck.
I burst through the front door and head straight for the stairs when Eli stops me.
“Dylan.”
I can tell by the tone of his voice that he is beyond pissed off.
“What?”
“Don’t give me attitude,” he says, coming closer.
“Look, I need to get upstairs and out of the way.” I’ve laid it down; it’s up to him now to leave it or pursue it, in which case I won’t be responsible for my actions or my words.
“We need you to come in here and meet this omega,” he states, crossing his arms defensively.
“Nope. Not doing that.” Is he fucked in the head?
“Now.”
It’s bordering on an order, but unless he pulls rank on me officially, I’m going to feel free to ignore him.
“Look, I don’t want to. I just want to go upstairs and get out of the way.” I hover on the first step, my hand resting on the polished wood bannister. He didn’t want to know, and the last thing I want to do is go into an explanation of why her scent is currently all over me. There is nothing to tell right now. I want to tell them what she said, but what would be the point without having a clarification on what sheactuallysaid. I should’ve stuck around and pushed her, but I didn’t want to. She’s been through enough without me haranguing her on what she feels for me. And it is me. She doesn’t even know Nik, for a start. Kaleb spoke to her for two seconds, and Eli was probably so off-putting that she decided he was a dickhead. All things that need rectifyingifshe were to give me a chance.
He moves in closer, his eyes narrowed. I move up a step, but then he is in front of me, gripping my arm tightly. He inhales deeply, a low growl rumbling out of his chest to echo around the entrance hall, and which brings Nik and Kaleb to us almost instantly.
“What is it?” Kal asks.
“Nothing,” I mutter. “Honestly, it’s nothing. Leave it.”
“Nothing,” Eli says flatly.
I can see Kal inching closer, but Nik is still further away. I move up another step. I need to protect Nik from this. Right now, he is the only one who doesn’t have his head up his arse over her. We need him to be the voice of reason. The fact that I’m even thinking of being reasonable is all down to Morgan. I’m not a hothead, but I don’t analyse either. I just do. But doing isn’t the right thing here. I thought it was, but when I saw her anger and her pain, it just swept everything else away and made me see sense again. Sheismated. She might not want to be, but until that bond fades away, leaving her free to be with someone else, there is fuck all we can do except wait. And I’m going to wait. I know that much from my bracing walk home. If that means I wait alone, then so be it.
More and more irrational thoughts and decisions filter through the pack bond, but it’s unavoidable. Morgan has made it impossible for me to walk away from her, and to be frank, I think she needs me to be exactly where I am. Waiting in the wings, knowing I’m onherside.
Trying to convince the three alphas in front of me is going to be no joking matter. In fact, I don’t think they are going to feel the same way about this as I do, at all. Keeping Nik away from her and her alluring scent is paramount as having someone unbiased and someone who stops me from doing something incredibly stupid.
ChapterSeventeen
Nik
Dylan is acting really weird.Even for him. It’s shady as fuck, but I can’t read him. Not from this far away.
I take a step forward to try to ascertain what the hell is going on between him and Eli, when Kaleb lunges toward me and slaps his hands against my chest.
“No,” he states defiantly. “Don’t go near him.”
Eyes narrowed, I glare at him. “Why not?”
He shakes his head. “You want to remain clear-headed, don’t move another step forward.”
“Ah,” I murmur and scrutinise Dylan’s expression.
He looks like he’s been run over by a steam train.
“Nik,” Eli grits out. “Please go and ask the omega in the living room to leave.”
