Page 127 of Knot for Me
“Do you know what he wanted?”
“No.” I shake my head. “He said something about Cornelius not getting grandchildren, but I don’t know why he thought I’d be the one to do it. Maybe he didn’t get the wholeReagan’s womb is a no baby zonememo?”
“Guess not.” She heaves out a heavy breath. “This has got to be the worst day of your life. Want to get drunk?”
“God, I love you.”
“Of course you do,” she says as though it was never a question. “Come on, before the alphas find us and take away the booze.”
ChapterThirty-Five
LUCAS
Hearing that the bastard attacked her to get to my father guts me. An alpha from a low pack came for my omega to stop my line from producing heirs. I won’t say I understand why he’d hurt Reagan, but I understand the injustice he used as an excuse. The Royal Council passed a law ten years ago that made it impossible for low packs to purchase open land or start their own businesses. Basically the law forced them to buy from families that already built homes or work for other packs.
The Royal Council made sure that no one, especially mixed blood alphas, could ever grow powerful enough to overthrow them. Had they actually given a fuck about anyone besides the royals, it might not have created so much ill will. They’ve made it more than clear that mixed blood is beneath them and putting these laws in place is like slapping them all in the face.
My father and his peers have bred hate. I’ve been petitioning for change for over a year now, but the time has come to call for an official vote. I wait until they shove the jerkwad into the back of the police car and drive off before pulling out my phone.
“What are you doing?” Cory asks, looking over my shoulder as I type out a quick email.
“Doing what we should have done last year,” I say.
“Do you think they’ll agree?” Marco doesn’t look so sure.
“I have an idea, but it involves Reagan. Are you guys okay with taking her in front of the council? I think if they see what’s happened, again, they’ll know what they need to do.”
“As long as she agrees with it, I’m fine.” Cory casts a glance toward the house. “I want to lock her in her room and put a thousand guards around the mansion to keep her safe.”
“She’d hate that,” Marco says.
“I know. That’s why I’m not doing it.” Cory cuts his gaze to me. “If they say no?”
I grimace. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. I don’t want to overthrow them, but I will if it means making sure something like this never happens again.”
We trade knowing looks. Today was a close call.
Something crashes from inside the house, and we all sprint inside, wondering what the fuck happened now.
* * *
REAGAN
“What did you do?” I say, staring at the mess.
“It wasn’t my fault,” Amelie whines.
We opened the first bottle, drank half of it, and began browsing around the wine cellar, searching for our next selection. Amelie claimed to have found the perfect one, but it was on the highest shelf. I offered to get her a stepladder from the pantry. She said no. Chaos ensued. Three shelves broke under her weight and God only knows how expensive the wine covering the floor is.
“They’re going to be pissed.” I raise the half empty bottle to my lips and take three big gulps, almost finishing the bottle. “I’m not taking the blame.” My stomach is warm with the alcohol, and I can’t help the cheesy grin taking over my face.
She shoots me a look. “Traitor.”
“I told you we should get a stool.”
“And I told you I could climb up there without breaking something! If it weren’t for you trying toass-ist meI would have been fine.”
“I didn’t mean to grab your ass! I was just trying to make sure you didn’t fall and die.”
