“Imagine being me, Riley. Imagine that your sister has fucked every guy in the flock. It would feel a little bit weird being with any of them, wouldn’t it? Imagine that you push past that awkwardness and take a chance, but then those guys compare your performance to hers. Imagine how smug your sister would be, knowing you had her castoffs. That was my reality. You know how bad it was.”
Riley bit her bottom lip, hating the pain in Lucy’s voice. Several guys had teased Lucy that her sister was a better lay. It had been cruel, and Cynthia had been delighted about it.
“Rhonda was right: if I mated any of the guys in the flock, Cynthia would be sure to constantly remind me that she’d had him first. And he would compare us, wouldn’t he? And she’d flirt with him and try to seduce him, and just maybe he would cheat if she really was the amazing lay all the guys said she was. Even if my mate came from another flock and wasn’t someone Cynthia had slept with, she still would have been all over him.”
Riley truly couldn’t deny any of that. “You signed it, then.”
Lucy hesitated. “Yes. I was going to tell you about the petition and ask you to sign it too, even though I doubted that you would—you’re a very forward person; you don’t go behind people’s backs. But then the shootings happened and the petition just went right out of my head. It was a moot subject at that point anyway. Hell, I’d forgotten all about it until about six months after the shootings, when Cynthia came to me. She’d found out—I’m guessing it was Duncan who told her. Hypocritical bastard. He signed it too.”
“Duncan? I can’t imagine that he’d ever want her to leave.”
“Now you’re missing his reality. The female he wants makes a point of fucking every male in his flock. She tells him again and again that she’s done with that now, that she only wants him. But she never keeps to her word, and she’s too obsessed about getting the one male into bed who won’t touch her. Duncan cares for Cynthia, but I think he’d just had enough.”
“I guess I can understand that.” It would have gutted Riley to have Tao do that to her.
“Cynthia thought you were behind the petition, that you gave Rhonda the idea. I told her that you weren’t, but she wouldn’t believe me. When you were shot at, I did wonder if maybe she was just trying to get back at you or something. I even said as much to my dad, but he was reluctant to accuse her without proof.”
As much as Sage’s refusal to act on Lucy’s concerns pissed Riley off, she had to admit that he truly couldn’t have accused anyone without evidence. After all, several people had blamed Riley for what was happening, but he’d never once accused her of anything. “But you don’t think it’s Cynthia anymore?”
“No. She wouldn’t shoot me. Not even to divert the blame to someone else.” Lucy paused. “Right?”
“I would have said Wade would never walk into a house and shoot nine people. I think anyone’s capable of anything.”
After ending the call, Riley stood there for long moments, wondering what to make of what she now knew. Eventually Tao came looking for her. His face darkened at her expression.
“What the hell did she say to upset you?” he demanded, eyes flashing wolf.
“Nothing.” Riley pushed off the wall. “I’m not upset, I’m just surprised and confused.” She told him all about the petition.
Tao edged closer, mind working overtime. “You think that maybe Cynthia found out before the shootings? That maybe she had Wade do her dirty work for her?”
“No. Having a bunch of people killed for signing a petition is a little extreme.”
“Depends how far that particular person would go to have the thing they want most.” Tao would have done whatever it took to get Riley, just as he’d do whatever it took to keep her. “From everything you’ve told me, all Cynthia ever wanted was to be Beta.”
“Yeah, it was all she ever talked about. While the other girls were imagining what their mates would be like, she was imagining what it would be like to be Beta.” Still, Riley wasn’t convinced Cynthia would go that far.
“Was she ever an enforcer?”
“No. She never even applied to be one.”
“So unless she mated the flock’s Beta, she didn’t have a prayer of getting that position.” Tao looped an arm around Riley and drew her close. “Were any of the females who died in the shooting enforcers?”
“Some were training to be enforcers.”
“So they’d have been much better suited to the position of Beta. Cynthia would have known that. And since Sawyer had never succumbed to her charms, he would have chosen them over her . . . unless she was the only highly dominant female left. So just maybe she made sure she was the only one.”
“It still seems a little extreme to me. But not impossible.” Riley slid her hands up his chest. “I do think it is indeed possible that she’s the one who shot at me, Lucy, and Sawyer. She could be punishing us all for what part we played in the petition. I didn’t sign it, but she thinks I’m behind it.”
“If Duncan signed it, he’ll probably be next.”
“I don’t know if she’d ever hurt him. She cares for him in her way.”
“I’m sure she cares for Lucy in her way too.” But the female had still ended up with a bullet close to her heart. He smoothed his hand up Riley’s back. “You don’t want it to be Cynthia, do you? Why?”
“Nine people died that night, Tao. We lost Wade too. So many deaths, so much pain and misery . . . I’d just hate to think that all this was about nothing more than power.” Surely Cynthia, bitch though she might be, wasn’t really that cold. “What’s so great about the position of Beta anyway?”
“It’s probably not about being Beta. It’s probably about having control over everyone. Sleeping with all the males was a form of domination to her, remember. Being Beta female would have given her domination over the females.”
Riley tilted her head, conceding his point.
Tao nipped Riley’s lower lip and then laved it with his tongue to soothe the sting. “Someone should tell her that being Beta isn’t as great as she imagines.”
“Haven’t you ever wanted to be Beta?”
“No. You can lose yourself in a position like that until it becomes your life. It had been that way for Dante until Jaime showed up and changed everything for him.”
“You already live for your pack,” Riley pointed out.
Tao pulled her closer, drew her scent into his lungs. “I did. Now I live for you, for us.”
Smiling, Riley slid her hands around his neck and lightly fisted a hand in the back of his hair. “You know, you can say the sweetest stuff—and yeah, I know you’re not being complimentary, you’re just being direct, but it’s still sweet. Then other times you come out with utter tripe and make me wish I had more middle fingers.”
Tao shrugged, mouth curving. “I could tell you that will change, but it won’t.” He rubbed his nose against hers. “One thing I’ve never been is tactful. But you love me anyway.”
“Yeah, I do.”
“So all is good.”
“I guess it is.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
While her mate lay next to her on his side, Riley was flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling. It was two thirty in the morning, and her brain was working a mile a minute. A kaleidoscope of images and thoughts seemed to be swirling around her mind.
The shootings, past and present.
Dexter almost being kidnapped.