Page 58 of Tying the Knot
I sigh. “You don’t want to know. Plausible deniability and all that.”
“Fuck,” he groans, knowing Eli is up to something bad. “Fuck. Do we need to stop him?”
Meeting Kaleb’s gaze, I contemplate those words. “No,” I say eventually and follow the rest of the team out of the door, knowing they are waiting for us, and time is running out.
“Fuck!” Kaleb exclaims. “Fuck.”
Yeah, there isn’t really another word for how this day is about to pan out.
Never let it be said that the St. Clair pack were boring.
ChapterThirty-Seven
Morgan
When we pullinto the Inter-pack Parliament station, this time, I’m not alone, nor am I in shock. I’m clear-headed and actually looking forward to telling Pierce, that he and the rest of the pack can get knotted. I’m chomping at the bit, so when the car pulls to a stop, I’m already opening the backdoor to climb out.
“Whoa,” Elijah says, grabbing my hand. “Slow your roll, sweetheart. You can’t just barge in there, all guns blazing. There’s protocol.”
Glaring up at him, I concede that he is right, but it still annoys me. I’m pumped. Ready to get this show on the road.
He takes my hand and leads me into the station, where I have to hand over my bag and coat. I remember that I didn’t have any of this stuff with me last time.
Nik kisses the top of my head, murmuring, “I’ll be right back.”
I smile at him as he goes, glad that they are happy to be seen with me in public, although I’m sure the affection will be pulled to a halt fairly soon as we step further into the bullpen. All eyes swivel towards me, and my anxiety hits the roof. The adrenaline rush has already died down, and now I’m a nervous wreck. My laboured breathing catches Kaleb’s attention, and he draws me to a stop.
“Relax. You want to go in there with your head held high.”
I gulp and nod, knowing he’s right. I can’t come face-to-face with Pierce looking like a kicked puppy. He needs to know without any doubt that I’ve moved on.
I breathe in his ocean breeze-mai tai scent and relax almost instantly. Smiling up at him, I take his hand and give it a quick squeeze. He goes one further and brings my hand up to his mouth to kiss.
“Don’t you care about what people will say?” I murmur.
“You need never ask me that. My mum was dumped by my dad and became ex-mated. I know how difficult it was for her to overcome the stigma of that. Year after year, I watched her struggle, but all it took was one alpha who knew none of it mattered to change that. That’s what you have. You have all of us, and we don’t care.”
“I feel like I should take offence to that somewhere,” I say with a giggle, “but I appreciate your sentiment."
He laughs as well. “That was my long version short pep talk.”
I rise to my tiptoes and kiss his nose quickly. “Consider me pepped.”
He grins but then goes serious. “My mum wants to meet you. Maybe you could talk to her about some stuff if you have any worries?”
My heart feels full as I reply, “I’d love that so much. Thank you.”
He nods, and we break apart so that I can move closer to Elijah and Jeremy. “Where is he?”
“In there,” Elijah points to the room he interrogated me in the other week. It seems like a lifetime ago.
My blood spikes with nerves again. “The others don’t know he’s here?”
“No. And we’d like to keep it that way. If you speak to any of the others for whatever reason, don’t mention this deal,” Jeremy states.
I nod, but I don’t really understand why. My hope is that I won’t have to confront the others. Well, maybe Adam to tell him where he can shove the last eight years he stole from me.
I watch as Kaleb enters the room ahead of us.
