Page 44 of Their Knotty Pack
Hunter? Who the hell is Hunter? He can't be a packmate. If he was, he would have been in that heat clinic with us, right?
My eyes train on the huge man approaching us, his ink-black hair ruffled like he's been running his hands through it. Everything about him screams "head alpha". I can feel Miles' attraction through the bond, and I realize he can feel everything I'm thinking about this mysterious alpha.
A shining badge flashes on his hip and my brows raise. Is this guy a cop? Are the men who tended me through my heat actually wanted criminals or something? Or did the heat clinic call the cops on me?
Despite him possibly being here to arrest us for forcibly bonding someone, my omega purrs in the back of my mind at the sightof his white button up pulling tight over his muscles, his brown leather shoulder holster making him look even more imposing. His red tie is loosened somewhat—maybe he's off duty. Though my omega wouldn't mind this alpha patting her down or even strip searching—Miles hand tightens in mine as the alpha comes to a stop five feet away.
"Is that a bite mark?" His sharp words jolt me out of my unwelcome train of thought, his eyes fixated on the reddish mark on Kieran's shoulder. Why the hell did he have to wear a tank top?
"Yeah," he grunts, before jerking his head at me. "Chompy over here got a little bite-happy."
Hunter's eyes darken as they settle on me, and he takes another step forward. His gaze finds the fresh bite mark onmyshoulder, thanks to my off-the-shoulder top. "You bonded—" his nostrils flare as his steps come to a halt, his pupils dilating.
That's the moment that ginger and lemon hits me, and suddenly, I realizethatwas the scent I was missing before. Both the scent card and the heat suite had felt somehow incomplete, but now? Being surrounded by all these scents…shit. I can't be going straight into another heat, can I?
"True scent match?" He asks in disbelief, his pupils still blown. "Both of you?"
"Surprise!" Damien yelps, throwing his hands up. "A scent-matched omega pair is our scent match. Who knew?"
"Two omegas?" Hunter shakes his head, looking between the two of us. "I've never heard of that before—"
Kieran rolls his eyes. "Archie De Lucca's parents are a scent-matched omega pair—" My blood freezes in my veins. How did they…
"How do you know my brother?" I snap, whirling on him. They all look at me like I've grown a second head. Well, besides Miles, who is looking at them like they're the crazy ones.
"Yourbrother?" Damien asks in disbelief, his eyes searching my face for a split second before his expression relaxes and he nods once. "Actually, that checks out. I'm surprised I didn't notice it before. The resemblance isuncanny."
"Don't talk about me like I'm not here." My voice is harsh, and Damien's brows shoot up, obviously unused to my ire being pointed towards him. "And nobody is answering my question."
"If you're Archie's sister, then you know his omega, Cady." Kieran's voice is calm, but my eyes narrow. Of course I know Cady. Even if I wasn't Archie's sister, everyone knows Cady De Lucca. She's the damn Knotty Omega. "Well, her best friend is Hannah Beckham, and I'm…Kieran Beckham. Her brother."
Well, fuck.
I bit my sister-in-law's best friend's brother.
I feel like I've heard that country song somewhere.
"You're Hannah's brother?" I have no idea what's wrong with me, but I can't stop the next words that come out of my mouth, "But she's so sweet, and you're, well…" I wave my hand in his general direction, and Brody snorts.
Hunter looks at me like he's never seen a woman before, while Damien's expression makes it seem like he's one second away from kissing me.
My words snap Miles out of his daze where he was just eye-fucking the cop in the middle of the parking lot. He runs a hand over his face. "Little nymph…"
"It's fine," Kieran smirks, "I was just thinking the same thing about you and your brother."
My mouth drops open, and Hunter seems to shake his mind free of whatever had been previously holding him captive. "What the hell happened in there?"
What does he mean what happened? We just told him, I bit and bonded my brother's omega's best friend's brother.
There's that country song again.
"You're not going to even introduce yourself to your scent-matched omegas?" Damien asks, walking to Hunter and shoving an elbow in his side. "Eomma would be appalled. Omegas," he grins at us, waving a hand in front of Hunter, "This is Detective Hunter Song, our head alpha."
Head alpha? And he didn't come to the heat clinic with them?
Before I can remind myself that I don't care what this alpha, or any of these other pack members think, Kieran cuts Damien a scathing look. "Head alpha? We never discussed that."
"We didn't have to," Damien shrugs, and I wonder why the hell we just got dropped in the middle of this new-pack drama. "It's just fallen into place naturally—"
