As forsworn, other wolves expected Arthur to lie, so he made a point of only speaking the truth. He might hide some facts in his silences, but he never told outright lies. Arthur had been honest when he told Luther he preferred betas. His life was complicated enough without allowing himself to think of mates and families. A quiet, uncomplicated fuck swept away unattainable dreams. A man knew where he stood with betas. Even another alpha could be fun, if combative. But omegas… Omegas came with complications.
After the last alpha had shed blood on the rock, Noah was expected to mingle with the wolves of the other packs. This sort of glad-handing always made Noah uncomfortable, even when he wasn’t expected to find a mate. Worse, Luther hadn’t come back. Noah spotted him at the edge of the clearing, beneath the tree, sitting with the forsworn alpha.
As Luther walked away from Noah, it was all he could do to hide how his heart was breaking. He gripped the empty glass and walked towards the picnic tables, but truly, he was searching for the forsworn alpha. Beta senses weren’t as acute as either omegas or alphas, but Luther knew Noah in a way few betas could ever claim to know an omega. He knew the man’s taste, his scent, and the way his skin flushed just before he came. He understood his lover’s desires, and when Noah and Arthur had locked gazes, the fragile foundation of lies Luther had built his heart and hopes on began to crumble.
Devon held Zeke’s hand tightly as they stepped out into the late morning sun. Devon had wanted to offer Karl exile, but after this escape attempt, he would have to kill his cousin instead. Devon’s hands, once clean, were now covered in blood. The same hands that had brought his mate to ecstasy would once again be used for murder. Or was it justice? Devon wasn’t sure he knew the difference anymore.