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RYDER

We sat in the two chairs in front of his desk while he watched us closely with crossed hands.

“So, what is your real purpose being here?” said Henry.

I licked my lips, hoping to seem as genuine as possible. If I said our real purpose, he may never let Lacy leave. I had to be as discreet as possible with this alpha. He could set his guards on us any time, killing us in the middle of nowhere.

“I was hoping I could join you,” I said, trying not to state what for. Because I had no fucking clue what they did here.

“I don’t think that’s true,” said Henry. “Is your true goal to impregnate omegas or to infiltrate? Did the government send you?”

“I don’t fucking agree with anything the government does,” I said, horrified to think that Lacy could be walking around pregnant right now.

“Hmm, how do I believe that?” he said. "We have caught an alpha or two here trying to sneak out omegas. What makes you think I'll trust you?"

“There’s no way to know that,” I said. “It’s fine if you don’t want two extra alphas to join your team here. I want to help, and it’s my life’s mission. If you do not wish to accept us, that’s okay.”

His face looked deep in thought at that statement. He looked like he was starting to believe me.

Good.

“Alright, let me tell you a little about this place, and you can determine if it interests you.”

Later that day,Henry gave us matching uniforms that every alpha was wearing at this place. I was shocked to hear that this was an actual camp to breed omegas, and I never heard of such a thing until now. But of course, we nodded and agreed with everything he said like it wasn't the most outrageous, sickening thing I've heard in my life.

Everywhere he walked us, my eyes scanned every room for Lacy’s long red hair down her back. But I didn’t see her anywhere.

“Now, this is the Heat Observation Room,” said Henry, leading us into a room also covered in glass. The room was filled with computers and chairs that alphas were sitting in. It was a sizeable room, and on the other side, I could see females lounging unknowingly on cushions and getting pampered. My gaze naturally roamed for Lacy. “On the other side of this glass, you can see all the omegas in the Social Room. We can see them, but they can’t see us.”

“Why is that?” asked Ethan, and I nudged him on the elbow. We needed the least attention to us as possible. There were alphas staring daggers at us, hoping we wouldn’t take their assigned omegas.

“Our job is to observe the omegas for signs of their heat. Fainting, fatigue, flushed faces, or signs of pain,” said Henry. “A lot of them will try to hide it, but they've been trained to look for the signs.”

“And if they’re in heat?” I asked.

“We assign a group of alphas to knot her as soon as possible. It’s the prime time to create alpha babies,” said Henry with an excited gleam in his eyes.

“Interesting,” I said as we walked around the room. “Then what happens after they give birth? Do you let them leave?”

“Of course not,” said Henry, shaking his head vehemently. “We take the babies to foster care in the city, and then the cycle starts again.”

“So we just need to breed them,” I said. This was a sick operation. I was thinking about how archaic this whole thing was. Poor Lacy must be going mad right now. I had to figure out a way to get to her, no matter what.

“The pure-bred alpha wolves are stronger,” said Henry with a maniacal grin. “The island needs us, Ryder. And with your help, we’ll become the greatest nation on this planet.”

Twenty-Eight

LACY

The next morning, I was relieved to wake up to an empty bed. I yawned, remembering the horror from the last night. Jordan took pleasure in making me orgasm at his fingertips repeatedly until I collapsed from exhaustion. According to Henry’s rules, the alphas weren’t allowed to do that unless the omega wasn’t going into heat fast enough. It was supposed to be strictly cuddling for the pheromones.

Frustration boiled within me as I showered and put on clothes for the day. I planned to complain to Henry and force him to change my alpha handlers. I hated Jordan more and more with a passion. Deciding to go with a plain beige dress, I threw it on, hoping to look as dull and unappealing as possible. It flared at my waist, stopping at my thighs. I tied my hair up in a ponytail and in the mirror, realizing how drab I looked.

My eyes were baggy from all my sobbing last night, and my face was puffy. I put on a little bit of lip gloss and some eyeliner so I could look halfway decent when I hung out in the Social Room today. But first, I had to see Olivia and make sure she was okay.

I wore plain white slippers and carefully opened my door, checking to see if there was anyone before I left my room.

Walking across the hallway, a flood of emotion overcame me. I stood in front of her door, imagining the horrors that she was going through, too. Tears fell down my face as I sobbed in the hallway. Memories of how gruff Jordan was without a shred of care and how he slapped me reminded me of the monster he was.

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