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“What?”

“He’s waiting downstairs for you,” he said with a smirk as if he had read my mind. Then he got up from the chair and headed to the door. “Have a fantastic vacation, Sergio.”

I nodded curtly, and he finally left.

Looking back at my suitcase, I shook my head in shock at what had happened. I decided to stuff my belongings in a backpack I could easily carry. I couldn’t believe he gave me this project. Most alphas would be honored to take it on, but after I saw the true nature of the OBC, I didn’t want any part of it. My mission was to take it down, not feed them more omegas to breed.

After I finished packing, I left my room and headed downstairs to greet Claws. He was a big, burly man with a huge beard and a face covered in scars and piercings. He was usually the one designated to kidnap and bring omegas to the OBC. He was fully trained in the art of a smooth kidnapping.

I reluctantly shook his hand.

“Newbie alpha aren’t ya’?” he said, crushing my hand.

“Not really,” I said. “I just never kidnapped…”

“Don’t you worry. I’ll teach you the art in no time. You’re with the best trainer in town,” he said. “Let’s go find this damn farm.”

A small black car was parked in front of the building, and I got into the passenger seat, thinking of ways to ditch Claws and this mission entirely. For the life of me, I couldn’t imagine bringing in a helpless omega to meet her fate.

Claws got into the driver’s seat and grabbed a handful of peanuts sitting next to him, crunching the shell and all. My head flew back against the chair as he zoomed down the road.

“Can’t you drive a little slower?”.

“Fuck no, I could already smell the omega,” he said. “Now, stop being a wuss before we even start the mission. Buckle up beta.”

“Fuck you,” I said.

He chuckled, spitting out a shell out the window as he raced down the road. “Now let me explain what we’re going to do. There’s duct tape in the back, ropes, and handcuffs if you’re feeling in the mood. If you know what I mean…”

Seven

OLIVIA

Later that morning, a walk on the beach was everything I needed.

I strolled between Ian and Evan, feeling the sun on my face and the breeze flowing around me, occasionally lifting my dress. The warm sand underneath my feet felt so amazing to me as I walked with the two alphas.

I must have taken freedom for granted. Absorbing the air and the breeze, I was lost to the sounds of the ocean waves crashing against the shore.

The smell of Ian’s cologne would waft to me every couple of minutes.

“Whatever cologne you put on smells really nice,” I commented, looking over at him. He smiled proudly.

“I collect them,” he said.

“There’s a shit ton of them in his room,” grunted Evan and I giggled. “Hoarder, that one.”

“Hey! I like collecting them,” said Ian. “By the way, may I hold your hand while we walk?”

“Oh,” I said. “Sure.”

Evan also offered his hand, and it felt almost natural as they entwined their fingers between mine.

My heart pounded a little faster, and my body felt warmer as we walked.

My hands encircled with their large paws made me feel warm and safe. My little omega heart within me was flipping out, being so close to these alphas. Their pheromones and their scent were clouding my judgment, but I didn’t care at this moment. I was so happy to be out of that building.

Looking around, I noticed the second building I’d never stepped foot in.

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