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When I finally forced myself to click away from the feed, I noticed the display at the bottom that read‘2 devices online’.
I frowned.
One was me, but the other couldn’t be Knox. It hadn’t been long since they’d vanished into his room.
One of the misfits?
I didn’t pick bones with them—Knox was fiercely protective—but if one was keeping tabs on my Omega…
Knoxwas a different matter, and that was just a fact. He did own me, after all, and I could concede that loss, Alpha to Alpha—but those misfits had earnednothing.
I suddenly found myself glad the feeds didn’t show Knox’s room. I didn’t want anyone seeing anything they didn’t have a right to.
Was it Vance?
The little prick better not be.
He wasn’t an Alpha, but he acted like he was.
I cocked my head at the sound of footsteps, and speak of the devil, Vance turned the corner to the patio.
Not the one monitoring my Omega, then.
He froze, hand cupping a smoke he was lighting, gaze turning ice cold as he took me in. He took a step away, obviously ready to find another place to have a smoke, but seemed to second-guess himself.
He crossed toward me instead, which was distinctly unusual, though Vance had never been as skittish as some of the others.
He was a tall, slender Beta with rich ebony skin, a buzz cut, and a savage attitude. Just like everyone else who lived in the east wing, he had many more scars than met the eye. He was the cockiest of the pack of misfits that helped upkeep the estate forKnox, and he, just like the others, hated me more than he could put into words.
I eyed him suspiciously as he settled onto the bench at my side and tucked his lighter into his pocket.
“What?” I grunted.
Vance glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, taking a drag. “Whyis Knox’s new Omega hell bent on visiting you, Scum?” he asked.
I snorted, leaning back in my seat and taking my gaze from him. The contempt he and the others had for me was nothing new.
“Why do you care?” I grunted.
“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d guess she was his scent match.”
I considered that.
Knox’s misfits were dedicated to him—more than even he was comfortable with. I knew they wanted him to be happy. I supposed it wasn’t surprising that they’d noticed the interest he’d taken in Thistle.
When he bought them, he might make a few appearances with them at his side, but they were sent over to the east wing immediately, settling in, or preparing for the day he could safely let them leave without drawing suspicion.
I’d watched it happen over and over.
This curious arrangement Knox had set up always itched at my mind. It was uncomfortable proof that this was more than just a vendetta—even if that was something he would deny.
But then Thistle had arrived, and she hadn’t seen the same treatment.
Naturally, they’d noticed.
“She’s nothisscent match,” I said quietly, mulling over what it might mean to Vance and the others if they knew the truth.
Vance went still, a cigarette halfway to his lips at my words as he processed that.
