Page 197 of Knot So Social

“Yep. Bryson.” The one who instigated all of Willow’s trauma and the man who abandoned her so cruelly. “Joke’s on him,” I mutter under my breath.

Because the omega he ditched went on to make millions of dollars, become a high-profile influencer, and packed up with three insanely hot dudes like us. Well, one insanely hot Italian and two regular Texas twins.

And when she came forward with her story, it turned out that several other women had stories to tell involving those three particular men. When Willow first spoke out, I agonized over the possibility of her honesty ending with a slander case in court, but the other women, emboldened, hit the Ilvine’s with so many charges they’ll never breathe freely again. The other two alphas will follow their pack leader to prison soon.

The anonymous donor covering the omegas’ legal fees might’ve helped. I think Willow knows it was me, but she never asked.

I glance out over the yard, my mind drifting.

Of course, Willow’s business imploded six months back when she got caught faking video locations. Even after her heartfelt explanation, she lost over half of her audience base, but the warrior-hearted woman took it in her stride, building everything back up.

She does less videos now and focuses more on her Aleta Boss College. She’s also writing a book about her life titled Hashtag: Omega.

We couldn’t be any prouder of her.

Jeremy elbows me, dragging my focus back. “What about the other two?”

“Well, these new charges—”

A shadow falls over me, accompanied by a sweet Jasmine fragrance. “What are you boys whispering about?”

My heart jumps, and I instinctively lower my tablet. Looking up, I find Willow bending over my head, brows arched. This is the furthest she comes out on the porch, but it’s an entire two feet from the door.

“Um,” I mumble, cheeks heating up.

“Shit, is that . . . them?” Willow asks, voice pitching.

“You don’t have to look,” I say, jumping up and tucking the tablet behind my back.

Jeremy flashes me a dirty look that says exactly how much trouble I’m in. I shake my head at him. I thought she was getting dressed!

“Hand it over,” she says, snapping her fingers.

I pass the tablet reluctantly, and when she takes it, I switch my grip to her wrist. “Willow, don’t force yourself.”

She pats my fingers and turns the screen on. “Well, I’ll be damned. He’s in prison. Serves the fucker right.”

“Exactly,” Jeremy chimes in.

Willow looks at me through her lashes, her eyes telling me she knows more than she lets on. “You’ve been . . . following these cases?”

“I just wanted to know,” I answer hotly. “Wouldn’t be right if they were living it up.”

She smiles and leans in, offering me her lips. “And that’s why I adore you.”

“One of the many reasons,” I protest, making her snicker.

Alessandro comes out the front door, searching for his angel.

“Hello, cara mia,” he murmurs as he snuggles her from behind and kisses her neck. None of us miss the way he inhales her scent; it’s his home from work ritual.

She reaches her arm back to hold his head, leaning her weight onto his chest. It’s so casually sexy, my cock stirs. There’ll be enough of that later, I warn my third leg.

“So.” Willow holds up the tablet. “What exactly are you planning now?”

“Nothing,” I grumble.

Willow shakes her head, but her pretty pink lips tilt up.