Page 142 of Their Knotty Pack
Bethany
The guys pass the incriminating photo around the table. Grayson raises a brow at me, playing it cool. "You want to make a deal so it doesn't get out that our new omega got arrested on a drunk and disorderly?"
New omega? Bullshit. But I won't let them know that I know that. Yet.
"Wow, it's like history repeating itself all over again." I smirk. "You've been through so many omegas at this point, someone might start to wonder if you'rethe problem." The last two words are said in a sing-song tone, mocking them.
"I really hope you know what you're doing, bluebell…" Hunter sighs in my ear. I toy with the left earring, our sign for everything being okay.
Grayson lets out a nervous laugh. "That's not—"
"The truth?" I cut him off, raising a brow. "I know. You want to know how I know that Gina Sterling isn't your new omega?" The men around the table look at me like they've never seen me before.
I guess, in a way, they haven't.
"Because she's currently a client at Brody's law firm." I smirk. "Bet her old pack didn't tell you that when they sold you her information, did they?" That's a bit of a reach on my part, just something Iguessed on, and they don't deny it. "They wanted her to disappear, since she started counter-suing them for damages and figured they'd recoup the money they lost on lawyers this way, huh?"
They don't say a fucking word, so I keep going revealing just how much I know. I pull out the second photo, tossing it on the table.
"What I can't quite figure out though, is how Emilia Lopez fits into all of this."
Well,thathas them paling. They don't even have to look at the photo, but Preston grabs both photos, ripping them up and smiling triumphantly like he just did something.
"I have copies, dumbass." I roll my eyes, and his face reddens.
We're interrupted by Ethan swinging by, in full waitstaff uniform, taking our drink order. The guys all order water, and I ask for a red wine. If I didn't know any better, I'd almost say there's a wave of…approval coming from him.
He disappears to fill our order, and the guys turn back to me.
"What do you want, Bethany? Are you here to shake us down? Have us buy your silence?" Tucker's hand grasps my knee in an almost painful grip, and I glance down, Hunter's growl sounding in my ear before I slap it away, pure shock the only thing that makes him release me.
A low laugh leaves me. A real one. Of course, Tucker would acthurtthat I didn't come back, crawling on my hands and knees.
"I want in."
The original plan included me simpering for them, praising their genius, and asking them to take me back because I'm so miserable without them. It wasmyidea.
It wouldn't have worked. They would have brushed me off as a "silly little omega" and that would have been it.
A low laugh leaves Chris. "You want in? You? What would make you turn on your fellow omegas? Especially considering your'mate'?"I want to snarl at the derision in his tone, and I feel Miles' comfort through the bond, telling me that whatever he's about to hear, he won't believe.
But they'll need to. "Miles ruined everything," I spit. "All the alphas do is pay attention to him. I want nothing to do with any of them anymore."
Their expressions change slightly, and I feel like…am I selling this?
"There it is…"Hunter's voice comes in my ear."Pull that thread, bluebell."
I scramble for more words, trying to channel what an absolutely evil person would say. "Why should other omegas get what I want? The less of them on the street, the less there are to try to steal my pack from me. First you guys, and then my scent matches…" I shake my head. "No. I'm done fucking around. I want to look out for myself for a change."
Miles's reassurance brushes at me again through the bond, as well as Kieran's. Hopefully they can tell everyone else how sick this is making me feel.
"Interesting…" Preston crosses his arms. "But…how do we know we can trust you?"
I shrug, right as Ethan comes back with our drinks. I take a sip of my red wine. He disappears again.
"I could have taken these photos straight to the police. I could have shown mydetectivealpha—the one who has been working on this case for years—these photos that I hired a PI to take. I didn't. I lied, told them I was meeting friends, and came to see you."
Grayson purses his lips, regarding me. Preston bites his bottom lip, looking at me like I'm a new toy to play with. Chris and Tucker don't know what to make of me.
