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But hopefully it’s mostly because he truly does want me like I want him.

There’s only one way to know for sure, I think, swallowing.I… I have to tell him I want him.

And I know just how to do it.

By making a nest.

In his bed.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

OROS

My knot is fucking killingme.

But rather than being in my suite with Taliana, I’m standing in her father’s suite with Rio hovering on a screen between us.

My brother leans against the wall in the corner of the room, his disapproval heavy despite his silence.

When Rio requested a call thirty minutes ago, I assumed it was to discuss his arrival.

Instead, he said he needed to see Keegan first.

“Why?” Onyx demanded.

“I’ll explain after I see him” was Rio’s reply.

Onyx instantly vetoed that plan. But I allowed it, hence the reason we’re here.

But my patience has limits.

His request insinuated that he didn’t trust my handling of his friend. And that irritates me.

“Well, you see him,” I prompt Rio.“Now tell me why you needed proof of his welfare.”

Rio ignores me, his focus on Keegan. “Well?”

“The rumors are true,” the Alpha replies.

I arch a brow. “What rumors?”

“That you value your Omegas, regardless of their breed,” Rio says, finally looking at me again through the translucent screen. “You were right that I sent Keegan there for a reason, but it’s not the reason you suspected.”

“So you didn’t send him and his daughter here to spy on us?” I ask, trying my best to keep calm despite the flare of anger brewing inside me.

However, before that flare can blaze into an inferno, Keegan says, “Taliana has nothing to do with this.”

“She has everything to do with it,” Rio corrects, causing that furious flicker to reignite. “But not in the way you think.”

“Then tell me what to think,” I say through my teeth as fiery energy builds all around me.

I don’t bother glancing at Onyx; I know exactly what kind of face he’s making right now. The “I told you so” taunt practically radiates off him without him even having to speak.

Or maybe that’s just my own internal voice chastising me for falling for Taliana’s scent.

It was too good to be true.

Shewas too good to be true.