Page 95 of Knot for Me
Normally, I’d correct her, reminding her I’m not the omega, but tonight I don’t. Maybe having people assume I’m the pack omega isn’t so bad right now. Dickhole alphas might think twice about trying to mate me.
Amelie glares at everyone in the room. “Reagan is Pack Bullet. She is not in need of alphas. Got it?”
Nods ripple through the room. Greg starts directing people toward the exit, unofficially ending the event. He’s not pack, but given the situation, no one puts up a fight. Once the guests clear out and Katie and her crew come in to clean, I ask Amelie to take me to the alphas.
“Are you sure? I could go start a bath for you?”
“I’m sure. I need to see them.”
“Okay. Jeff is with them in the study.”
I walk next to her, down the hall and to the room right before the library. I peek into the ballroom, seeing the pretty decorations and forgotten champagne glasses fills me with a little guilt. The event ended early because of me. I hope it didn’t interfere with what the alphas were trying to accomplish tonight.
Amelie knocks softly on the door and opens it without waiting for a response. We enter and she shuts us in. Jefferson is standing behind Lucas, who is sitting at the desk. Cory and Marco are in fancy armchairs across from him. All four of them glance at us. Amelie doesn’t hesitate, marching straight over to her mate. He holds her at his side and it’s the most natural thing I’ve ever seen.
A pang of envy races through me, but Marco stands, approaching me carefully and looking me over.
“You’re okay.” He says it more to himself than to me.
“I’m okay.” I nod and smile at him.
He exhales and wraps me in his arms, holding me with surprising tenderness. One of his hands cups the back of my head and the other presses into my back, pinning me to his strong body. I stiffen for a moment, but then his scent wraps around me, soothing away my tension. I melt into his hold for a few seconds before I extract myself and keep the last shreds of my dignity. They’d probably think I was so pathetic if I started to cry.
“I’m so sorry,” he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the desk.
I follow but take my hand back, tucking my arms over my chest and eyeing Lucas. His jaw is clenched, and his face is filled with angry lines. Is he mad about Marco hugging me?
“I’m…” I trail off, frowning. I don’t feel like I have anything to be sorry for.
“What happened?” Lucas asks, voice gentle and not at all angry.
“I was cleaning and they came in. Once they realized I was an omega, well, they did what all alphas do.” I give a bitter laugh and shake my head. “Then you guys showed up.”
“All alphas aren’t like that.” Cory gives me a look. “We’re not like that.”
I bite my lip and nod. He’s right. “I know.” They continue to show me that maybe all of my preconceived notions about alphas are wrong, and I don’t know what to do with that information.
“Those men won’t have a penny to their name when I’m done with them. No one will remember their pack in a month’s time.” Lucas cracks his knuckles and scowls at his desk. “I’ll make sure they pay for what they did.”
“They didn’t do much,” I say, unsure why I feel the need to defend them. “Are you sure that’s the right thing to do?”
He lifts his eyes to meet mine, irises as dark as a wave-wrecked ocean. “They did enough. If Frank wasn’t here, I’d kill them. They’re lucky to leave this mansion with their lives.”
I swallow and fidget with the edges of my dress. “Okay.”
“Do you want me to let them go free of charges?” Lucas doesn’t sound very happy about that prospect.
Do I?
What if they hadn’t come to save me?
What if there’s another omega they’ve done this too? Or another woman?
“No.”
“Good,” he says, letting his gaze trail over me. “Tonight was supposed to be fun. I’m sorry it was ruined for you.”
I shrug. “It wasn’t my party. Hopefully the incident didn’t mess up your networking.”
