Page 132 of Knot for Me
“Reagan is Pack Bullet’s omega.”
The words sink in, and her face falls faster than an anvil dropping from an airplane.
“What did you say?” she whispers.
“He said,” I whisper back, “I’m their omega. And I said, you’re fired.”
Fire lights in her eyes, and I anticipate her move a second before she makes it. I hop off the table as she lunges for me, ready to punch her if I have to, but Lucas is there to grab her and shove her to the floor.
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be,” he says quietly. “You are hereby removed from office. Your last paycheck and any personal effects will be mailed to you.” He lowers his face toward hers. “And for trying to attack our omega, you aren’t allowed within three miles of this building.”
“But that’s impossible if I live in the city,” she growls.
“Exactly.” Lucas hauls her off the ground. “You better find a new home in a different city. You aren’t welcome in Dolin.”
“You can’t do this.”
I tsk. “Camila, Camila, Camila. Lucas is head of the Council… formerly the Royal Council. He can do whatever he wants.”
He shoots me a look that is half warning, half smile. He likes that I want to brag about him, but he doesn’t want me to make the situation worse. I blow him a kiss and head to sit down at my new desk. Camila releases a frustrated scream when my ass hits the plush leather.
“Have a nice life,” I call after her while Lucas escorts her from the building.
“Wow, she was mad,” Marco says, coming in with Cory.
“You made Lucas deal with her alone. Chicken shits.”
Cory raises his eyebrows. “He had it under control. Besides, Camila scares me.”
“She is a bit rabid,” Marco agrees. “Best to let Lucas handle her.”
I look at the stack of papers in the middle of the desk. Picking one up, I read over the first page. Compatibility test results. I’ve never seen a full report. I’m honestly a little impressed. There are graphs which show how compatible this candidate is with each pack, a deep analysis of the top five packs, and a full page detailing which pack is likely the best fit. It’s all a little more sophisticated than I thought.
“So, what now?” Cory asks, knocking on the desk.
“Now I figure out the next steps for work and you all go do your jobs. Pick me up around five?”
Marco frowns. “Yeah, about that. I’m not sure I want to carpool.”
“Well, I don’t have a car…” I trail off. “I’m not fucking walking.”
He laughs. “Of course you’re not walking, woman.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a set of keys. “I hope you like yellow.”
“You got me a car?”
They both nod.
Marco throws the keys, and I catch them, quickly looking at the brand. They didn’t just get me a car. They got me an expensive car.
“This had to be at least fifty-thousand dollars,” I mumble.
“Only the best for our omega,” Cory says. “I’m making a light dinner tonight.”
“Whatever you make will be perfect.” I glance at both of them, stomach tightening with nerves. Tonight is the night we make this Pack Bullet omega thing official. I don’t know why I’m more nervous for the mate bites than I was for my first heat, but my stomach flutters in anticipation. I also might throw up.
“If you’re not ready—” Marco begins, but I hold my hand up.
“I’m ready.”
