Max stared at the screen showing Jamie standing in front of Ian’s cage in the basement, holding a pocket knife in hand. He had watched that recording a million times, playing it over and over in search of something different, when he realized all he did was stare at his mate.
He should have figured that there was something different about Jamie the moment Hunter showed with just one omega accompanying him and his warriors. He should have figured something was wrong when Hunter accepted Jamie’s separation from the pack so easily. And if that didn’t raise any red flags, the moment Ian turned rogue out of the blue and attacked Jamie, ignoring an alpha’s presence, he should have figured his mate was not just a weak omega with bad luck.
He was pretty sure Jamie didn’t know about his blood —
