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Annoying, but this had really been a long shot. Anyway, I’d just spoken on the phone with the guy who was trying to set up the rendezvous for dropping off the ransom money, and that was a better lead than this. We’d find Corentin. I should probably just let these sad sacks go.

“Ask them what they’re doing to that man in there,” said Aurelie.

“You heard the lady,” I said. “What are you up to?”

“It’s a procedure,” said one of the men.

I put the gun against his jaw. “Can you be more vague?”

He stiffened. “It, uh, it’s supposed to make you into an alpha.”

“Supposed to?” said Aurelie.

The other man said, “Sometimes, it doesn’t work.”

“What are they injecting into him?” said Aurelie.

“It’s alpha pheromones, alpha essence, whole bunches of different extracts taken from alphas of all different bloodlines. Sometimes it takes a specific alpha to make a guy present. Sometimes, it just doesn’t work,” said the guy.

“And once, the guy became an omega,” said the other guy. “But he drank a bunch of whiskey the next night and tucked a gun down his throat. Blew the back of his skull off.”

“These are just… regular people?” said Aurelie.

“Yes,” said one of the men.

“Bullshit, no way it works,” I said, backing off.

“It does work,” said one of the men.

I pressed my gun into his temple. “Here’s what you’re going to do,” I told him. “You’re going to close your eyes and count to two hundred. I’m going to take your guns. You’re not going to come after us. You’re not going to try to find us. We clear?”

“Y-yes,” said one of them.

“Yeah,” said the other.

I backed away.

They didn’t move.

“Start counting,” I said.

Together, in hoarse voices, they began to count.

I seized Aurelie’s hand and took her back to the car. We got in, her driving again. I told her to pull out and drive like hell was on her heels off this road.

She was still perfuming hard.

She smelled very good.

“Drive, sweet girl,” I said.

She drove.

My cock was fucking hard as hell, and she smelled like heaven.

“Um?” she said, after we’d been driving for ten minutes. “Are you aware of how sexy you are with a gun, ordering people around?”

I laughed. “Yeah, sweetheart, I can scent how much you liked it.”

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