Chapter 27
Chapter twenty-seven
“Let’s go get our Omega.”
Theo
The small velvet box burns a hole in my pocket the entire drive home.
My fingers keep brushing against it like I need to make sure it’s still there.
Like it might disappear if I stop checking.
It won't, but I still check anyway. Harrison thought I was crazy a week ago when I told him I was going to make Grim my wife.
That I was going to marry a woman I met at a strip club, but look at us now.
That very woman happens to be my scent match. Not just mine but my packs.
Karma is going to be my wife, alright. Even if she doesn’t know it yet.
A slow grin spreads across my face as I turn into the driveway and roll toward the garage. My mind is already running ahead, imagining the look on her face when she realizes I’m not letting her go anywhere. That she belongs here.
With us.
With me.
The garage door lifts, and I pull inside, the engine rumbling low before I cut it off.
Throwing my leg over the bike, I stretch my shoulders.
And then I pause. Something’s off. Roman’s bike is gone, which is weird because he rarely ever rides it.
My brows knit together as I glance around the garage again.
Roman’s car is here. Harrison’s truck is here. My car is obviously here.
But Roman’s bike?
Gone.
“Huh,” I mutter. I shrug it off and head inside, but the moment I step into the kitchen, the air feels…
different. Tense. Roman and Harrison are both there.
Standing at the island and looking like they’re about two seconds away from putting a hole through the wall.
Roman was pacing like a caged animal, running a hand through his hair over and over.
Harrison is leaning against the counter, arms crossed, jaw tight. I glance between them.
“Well,” I say lightly. “You two look like the world has just ended.”
Neither of them laughs. Tough crowd, I guess. That’s when I notice the piece of paper in Harrison’s hand, making my smile fade slightly. “What happened?”
Harrison pushes away from the counter and walks over to me slowly. His expression is somewhere between pissed, hurt, and worried. He holds the paper out.
“She left this.”
A strange feeling settles over me as I take it.
Left?
She?
I unfold the paper and read.
It was fun.
But I’ve got shit to do.
Don’t look for me.
—Karma
For a moment, the kitchen is completely silent. Both men are waiting for me to explode, but then something bubbles up in my chest. A laugh. I try to hold it in. I really do. But it bursts out anyway. A full, loud laugh that echoes through the kitchen.
Roman stops pacing.
Harrison stares at me like I’ve lost my damn mind.
And maybe I have.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Roman snaps.
“She stole your bike,” I manage between breaths. Because that missing bike now makes sense.
Roman’s face darkens. “This isn’t funny, Theo.”
“Oh, it absolutely is,” I say. It’s the funniest damn thing I’ve seen in years. My Little Reaper went through a brutal heat. Spent days tangled up with the three of us. And the second she’s strong enough?
She runs.
Roman drags a hand down his face. “Theo, she’s gone and we don’t know where the hell she is. She was still recovering from her heat.”
“I know.”
Harrison steps closer, voice tight, a frown marring his face. “Then why are you laughing?”
I finally straighten up, folding the note carefully before placing it back on the counter. Because the truth is simple to me, and I almost want to punch my so-called brothers for not seeing it as I do.
“She thinks she got away,” I say. Roman’s eyes narrow, and Harrison’s brows scrunch up. Only making my grin spread slowly. I reach into my pocket and pull out the small velvet box I had hidden, flipping it open just long enough for them to see the ring inside before snapping it shut again.
Roman’s brows shoot up in surprise.
Harrison blinks like he can’t believe what he just saw.
“She’s my scent match,” I say calmly. “Our scent match.” I slip the ring back into my pocket. “And now,” I add, grabbing my keys off the counter, “we get to hunt her down. Because I don’t know about you, but there is not a single place she could hide that I’m not willing to go to get her back.”
Roman’s mouth slowly curls into something dangerous. Harrison exhales sharply, nodding his head in agreement. They both look at me with matching looks. This is why we are a pack, why we became brothers. Sharing a scent match is only bringing us closer.
The thrill that starts in my veins right now is electric. “She might have a head start, but we’ve got her scent now," I say. And just like that, the tension in the room shifts.
From panic…
To purpose.
Roman grabs his jacket off the hook.
Harrison reaches for the truck keys.
I tap the ring box in my pocket once more, a feral grin lifting my lips. My Little Reaper can run, but karma always comes back around, and we aren’t done with ours.
“Let’s go get our Omega back.”