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“Because of her,” Moira spits out and turns her head to Pack Drest and Silver.
“Her?” My eyes are on Silver, and she’s staring back. Glaring back. Silver, what the fuck did you do?
“Silver. Who else?” Moira snarls. She straightens the table cloth and puts out the silverware. “She’s been saying you do this wherever you work. She says you whore yourself out for the money. For advancement. That you don’t care about them, that you’ll break the pack and hurt them.”
The words sting, and the accusations burn. The fact that it’s my sister, my twin, saying it is agonising. It’s embarrassing. Shame makes my shoulders curl.
“Silver,” I say her name like I’ve never said it before. Like she’s alien, something new and hostile.
“Yes. The bitch queen herself.” Moira glares across the room. Silver stands up, graceful as ever, puts her nose in the air, and swans out of the dining room.
I nod slowly. “I’ll deal with her.”
She looks at me sharply, but we finish setting the dining room, and when I'm done, I find Dylan waiting for me.
“Hey.” I sweep into his arms, hugging him tight. I just want to wash the day away from me, get rid of it. Dylan’s scent is a balm I didn’t know I needed.
“You don't need to do this, you know,” he says.
“I like it. There's something about the routine of it that makes me feel like I’m still on this planet and not in some distant dream.”
He laughs and guides me out just as people filter in.
“I need to speak to Simon for a moment. Come with me?” I ask him playfully.
He grins and laces our fingers together before he follows where I lead. We exit the dining room and I stop dead. He crashes into me.
“Hey, what’s going on-” his words cut short.
Silver is pressed against Silas, her lips against his. All at once, I'm aware of my rage, his fury and despair. It’s a painful vortex. The air grows dangerous around us.
Silas pushes her off, his face ice cold, and I realise how she got so close. She’s wearing a replica of my clothes. Her hair is styled the way I style mine. From a distance, he might not have known. How did she get changed this quick? She must have been in the dining room to see exactly how I looked this morning.
I feel sick. What has she done?
Silas snarls with rage, and that breaks the spell we’ve been captured in. Dylan lets out an anguished sound, but he doesn’t run away. No, this time, he sweeps towards his alpha and presses between him and the threat. The noise that comes out of him makes even me pause, but not Silas. His alpha puts his arm around his omega’s waist and drags him back against his chest.
She’s not moving. In fact, I can see her working up to one of her tantrums. Oh, god, they might actually kill her. I'd regret her death, but even more, I regret Silas or Dylan ending up in prison. I need to get her away from them.
Silver puts her hand on her hip, but I cross the space, snag her arm, and tug her away from them. She doesn’t even realise the danger she’s in.
“Don't say a fucking word, Silver, if you want to survive, shut the fuck up,” I hiss.
She glances at me in surprise, but when Hazel joins us and grabs her other arm, helping me drag her away, she comes quietly, stunned.
“No, this is wrong!” Silver shouts. She struggles against us, but Moira joins us, and the three of us tear her away from my pack, step by step. I'm panting and let out a screech when she grips my neck, her nails ripping my skin.
“Onyx!” Hazel says sharply.
“Fuck this,” Moira says and elbows Silver in the face. The fight goes out of her, and we move her quickly to the other side of the foyer, near the glass doors. I need to get her out of here.
I glance back and find Grayson glaring at me, from just in front of the lifts. I shiver at the ice in his eyes. Falcon doesn’t even look at me as security swarms in. Simon and Yvette bark orders into microphones. Silas and Dylan are locked in an embrace that I don’t think anyone could tear them from.
Call me back, I think in my head. Call for me.
But no one calls for me. The only person who even looks at me is Gray, and the expression is one of icy rage.
And just like that, I realise I've achieved the bargain I made and damaged myself beyond repair. I delivered their omega into their arms and fell in love. But I'm not one of them, I never will be. And it looks like they just found their reason. Fate is a real bitch.
