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“It’s her,” I hear him say before everything goes black.

I wake up with a pounding skull and intense confusion. My entire body aches as I try to move, but opening my eyes takes every ounce of strength I can muster. My hands are tied behind my back, and my feet are immobile, too, but I can’t tilt my head far enough to tell why.

Everything is fuzzy, and nausea rolls through my stomach. My hair falls over my face as I breathe through the overwhelming panic.

There are voices nearby, and it takes me a few seconds to realize…

I’m in a moving vehicle.

This isn’t good.

Omegas hear it our entire lives—we’re more likely to be stolen and trafficked than any other designation. Female omegas are in higher demand than even male omegas.

Oh, God.

My dads were right when they said I should find a decent pack and bond as soon as possible. I thought they were being sexist dicks, which, let’s face it, there’s a reason neither Lyra nor I have talked to them since our mom died. Still, they may have been right. Being bonded to kinda boring middle-class alphas would give me some level of safety.

My mind is still fuzzy, but I start to wonder if this has anything to do with Will. I don’t think he’s involved in anything quite as dramatic as human trafficking, but also…

There was a person tied to a chair in his dining room the last time I was at his house. His shady men also know that I saw it all. We ran into each other at my doctor’s office today.

It might have been yesterday.

I have no way of knowing how much time has passed.

What if he saw me and that reminded him that I know stuff he doesn’t want getting out?

It’s honestly the only thing I can come up with.

The more I struggle against the bindings, the more they dig into my skin.

My entire body aches like someone beat the hell out of me, but all I can hope is that it’s a side effect of being drugged.

I try to listen in on what’s being said, but I can’t make out any actual words since they’re speaking in low tones. It takes me way too long to remember they called my sister’s name when they snatched me from my door.

I bite my lip to keep from sobbing.

Lyra has always done what she wants. It got her in a shitload of trouble when we were growing up, and apparently, it’s spilling over to include me too.

This is a nightmare.

We look so much alike that I guess they don’t realize they grabbed the wrong person. We both have light-brown hair, oval faces, and soft noses, but I have icy blue eyes that are so pale that, most of the time, they look gray. There’s just a really dark ring of blue around my outer iris.

Lyra’s eyes are more of a blue-green. She’s also three inches taller than I am and probably thirty pounds lighter.

She’s lost a ton of weight since the last time I saw her.

I almost brought it up before I left for work because she no longer has that toned, athletic figure that she’s always had. She seemed almost gaunt. I also knew it could turn into a fight really fast if I said the wrong thing.

What I don’t know is how these people could mistake me for her. It doesn’t help that I have no idea why they would want her in the first place.

Chapter Three

Tanner

It’s weird being back on the East Coast. I grew up here, but I’ve spent the last few years in Vegas. Being three thousand miles away from my mom and sister wasn’t easy, but they both rely on me to help keep them afloat, so I went where the money was good.

No one else pays like Canton Forbes does.

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