Page 6 of Tying the Knot
“Not always,” I admit. “But you pushed me.”
“Pushed you?” she scoffs, her eyebrows going up. “Oh, please. You were dying to tell me that I’m an absolute idiot for not knowing any of this about them. You probably took great delight in seeing my world crash down around me.”
Her bitterness hits me dead in the heart. “No, not at all. I am sorry for acting like a knobhead.”
“Not forgiven,” she grits out.
“Still. I want it on the record.”
“You’re a complete arsehole.”
“I know.”
She sighs.
“What’s your name?”
“Who wants to know?”
“Dylan St. Clair.”
“Humph. Don’t you already know, seeing as you've obviously been tracking my mates for a while now.”
“Tell me anyway.”
“Morgan.”
“Well, Morgan. The best thing you can do for your mates is to hire a damn good lawyer. They are in some serious shit.”
She tears her gaze away from staring out of the window and locks eyes with me in the rear view mirror.
I’m forced to look away to watch the road, but I see the sneer of confidence that comes from those entitled enough to have a big wallet for prominent lawyers. Too bad her assets are frozen now. I don’t want to be the one to tell her that, though. She has already had a shit night. I don’t want to make it worse. I want to protect her for some reason.
“You know someone?” I ask.
“You could say that.”
“Are you going to give me a name to contact them when we get to the station?”
“Jeremy Halstead. My uncle.”
I blink once and then press my lips together. Okay, big guns are definitely deployed, but she has no idea that Chief Justice Halstead is the one behind clearing up the streets and is responsible for not only this task force that our pack is a part of, but also tonight’s orders.
“Hmm.”
“You know him?”
“I do. But he won’t help you.”
“Says you.”
I hate hurting her, but I have to. I indicate and pull over to the side of the road. Turning around in my seat, I give her a steady look. “He is the one that gave the order to take your mates into custody. I’m sorry, Morgan, but you'll have to find someone else.”
The tears that she’d pushed away spring up again, and this time one rolls down her cheek. I force myself not to reach out and touch her. It will all be over if I do. I draw in a deep breath,tastingher chocolate orange scent that is driving me wild. I know Eli was affected by it as well. I saw it on his face in the restaurant. He won’t admit it now or in a million years. This omega is taken. Mated to a criminal gang. A criminal gang that we just took down and are about to put behind bars for a very long time. She is about as off-limits as an omega can get.
I gaze into her deep, rich green eyes, like the forest at night. They are framed by long, dark lashes that curl at the ends. They shimmer with an inner light and seem to reflect the emotions of her soul. They are warm and inviting, luring you into their world, which shows me how kind and caring she is. She is exactly the kind of omega who would be cherished, treasured, and adored by our pack.
But she’s taken.
