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Another snarl leaves Luna. “He’s the one who tried to fucking kill you in the first place!”
Christian goes completely still. “He said you shot me.”
“Like hell I did. I would never.” She shakes her head. “We were in love—engaged to be married—when my parents werekilled, and Fabian took over the cartel. Two weeks after their deaths, he called us into his office and told us the engagement was off. He needed me to marry an alpha who said he had information on who killed my parents. When I refused, he shot you from across his desk. I thought you were dead!
“For thirteen years, I thought I had lost the love of my life. Because who the hell survives a gunshot to the head?! You were dead—or so I thought. At the very least, you were dying when they dragged me from the room. I don’t know why he decided to save you, but it wasn’t out of the goodness of his heart, because he doesn’t have any. He’s a wicked, vile man who only cares about himself.
“You owe him nothing because he’s the one who almost killed you. I don’t give a fuck what he told you—it was all lies. Lies to keep you close, I’m sure. I’m going to murder that asshole myself. I can barely believe you’re alive, but to hear you saying you owe him your life? I. Will. Kill. Him.”
Christian’s face is devoid of emotion as his eyes roam over her face. “We were engaged?”
Knight snorts. “That’s what you got out of what she said?”
“We were.” Luna’s face softens. “We fell in love when I was fourteen, and we were engaged at sixteen. I was eighteen when we were meant to marry.”
He makes a face. “I was twenty-two when I was shot. That means I was eighteen when we got together.”
“Don’t you dare,” she hisses. “Do not be disgusted by what we shared. I wasn’t like other girls my age. You might not remember what we shared, but I won’t let you disparage it. We shared a unique bond, and age wasn’t a factor.”
He swallows, inclining his head. “I’m sorry, omega. I did not mean to upset you.”
“Well, you did.” She crosses her arms over her chest, causing the T-shirt she’s wearing to rise.
I bite back a curse, only just now realizing she’s only wearing a shirt as more of her thigh is revealed.
He doesn’t get to see that.
I set my gun on the bed and pull off my sweats, leaving me in my boxer briefs as I stalk toward her. “Put these on.”
“Excuse me?” Her eyebrows hitch, nearly disappearing into her hairline.
“You almost flashed him,” I grunt, dropping to my knees. “You need pants.”
She scoffs. “And you don’t?”
“No,” I growl.
“Ven,” Mack’s voice is filled with exasperation.
I don’t understand why he sounds so annoyed with me. We should all want her covered up.
She’s ours, not this man’s.
Not anymore.
“Please, omega?” I plead, my eyes finding hers.
Her face softens as she reaches up to cup my cheek.
Our standing with her is so unclear. She hadn’t been ready or able to talk about us being her scent matches, so we hadn’t pressed.
It’s clear she’s not happy about it, but she’s also not pushing us away.
“Okay, but then I want you to march your happy ass back to your room and put on some pants.” The stubborn set of her shoulders tells me there won’t be any arguing with her.
“Fine,” I acquiesce, helping her into my sweats when she lifts her leg. As soon as they’re settled on her hips, I roll the material until I’m sure they won’t just slide right off. “They’re too big.”
She snorts. “Of course they are. You’re a foot taller than me and much bigger.”
