Knot So Perfect Omega (Omega Match #1)(74)

“Grab his other arm,” one of the other men said, lying next to me and reaching forward to pull Brian. “Pull her.”

There was a lot of grunting, and my shirt rode up, my stomach scraping along the cement ledge as we were pulled to the safety of the roof. Arms wrapped around me, and then I was sitting in Rylan’s lap, his fresh-cut wood scent surrounding me.

“What the actual fuck.” He buried his face in my neck, his purr vibrating both of us. “Why’d you do that, crazy woman?”

I trembled violently, despite the purring. “Did they save him?” I managed to get out between chattering teeth.

“Yes.” He rubbed a hand over my back. “You’re safe now.”

“Let’s get her to an exam room,” someone said. “Kayla, can you stand?”

I attempted to stand, but I was shaking so bad Rylan had to hand me off to a doctor while he got to his feet. He took me back in his arms and I put my head against his shoulder.

“Did you hit your head?” The doctor reached for my chin, looking me over. “She has a bump on her forehead.”

“He smashed my head against the door.” All at once, the pain started.

My forehead, scalp, knee, and arms hurt. Plus, my stomach was in knots and felt like it was on fire from being dragged across the cement. I groaned and tried not to cry.

The elevator dinged and we got on it, Rylan turning to face the roof. Brian was laying in the center of the helipad, his hands cuffed, his head turned to the side watching us.

I’d saved him but also hadn’t.

As the doors slid shut, I knew he’d have to live with what he did. Hopefully for the rest of his life behind bars.





CHAPTER THIRTY


Kayla


T here was no tired quite like the tired after being held at stapler-point and almost being yeeted off a roof by a deranged beta. I’d ended up with a mild concussion, an adrenaline crash that felt like I’d been hit by a bus, and some bruises and scrapes.

Considering the alternative was death, I think I fared well.

Brian was in jail, held without bail until his trial, and Brandie had spilled all of their secrets.

Their love affair that started online had turned into a toxic spiral of hating alphas and omegas. She hated Omega Match because the only way for her to get out of living in the omega compound was to match with an alpha, and she’d wanted Brian, who was just a beta.

They were planning on running off together to a country that didn’t have such strict regulations for omegas and alphas, and to do that they needed more money than Brian had. They wanted to be set for life, and Brian knew sports betting was a good way to double his money.

At first, Brian had planned on Kara and the pack being matched so the pack would benefit from her heat. But then Brandie had the idea to swap us to try to bring Omega Match down.

She had hoped me or the pack would raise a big stink about it but didn’t anticipate that we wouldn’t.

Brian had gone along with Brandie’s swap plan because he hated Omega Match just as much as Brandie and he didn’t need Kara specifically. It was just easier for him to convince Beck to agree to an omega if she was perfect in every way.

Part of me really hated that I’d been right all along about Omega Match messing up. If Kara would have put them, she would have matched with them. Even though Kara reminded me “would have” was exactly what it was.

It had been almost a week since everything had happened, and each passing day I was becoming more and more like myself. There had been a lot of movie watching, video games, sleeping, and snuggling.

But no sex and definitely no bonding.

I didn’t know if they were giving me time to heal completely or if they had changed their minds with everything that had come to light. I might not have wanted a pack at first, but now I couldn’t see myself without them. The thought of being without them was eating me inside.

I needed to just rip the Band-Aid off, but sitting at the kitchen table eating dinner with the four of them just made me nervous about what might be my impending doom.

It might have also been the unbonded omega in me starting to wear down. Damn hormones.

“You didn’t eat very much,” Kane remarked as he got up from the kitchen table and started to clear it.

“Not very hungry tonight.” I’d only eaten a few bites of my lasagna and salad.

“Are you feeling all right?” Rio reached over and put the back of his hand against my forehead.

“Your forehead is a little warm.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m fine. Your hand is hot.”

Rylan stretched and then stood. “Well, I’m going to go game since I’m not on dish duty. Who wants to join me?”

Both Kane and Rio put their dishes on the counter by the sink and followed Rylan out of the kitchen, leaving me and Beck to clean up the dishes. We hadn’t had to do them all week and I guess our vacation was over.

“Bring me the rest of the stuff off the table and I’ll throw all of these in the dishwasher.” Beck headed to the sink and began rinsing and stacking dishes. “You know you can talk to us, right?”

“Hm?” I wrapped the leftover lasagna with foil and put it in the refrigerator. “I do talk to you.”

“I mean about what happened… about the pack… about everything.” He glanced over at me as he put two plates in the dishwasher.