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Her name is one that’s well known in the auction networks, yet no one stops her. The law enforcement agencies ignore her, people do everything possible to stay out of her way.

Omegas still disappear regularly.

“I’m throwing them out and texting a buddy to let him know. We don’t want anything to do with people who traffick people,especially your sister, who is just a doll,” he says. “I’m Nico, and I try to watch out for her. In fact, they’re about to get the shits very soon. As soon as I saw your sister walk out the door, I had the chef doctor their food.”

Glancing over my shoulder, I watch as the alphas start to rub their stomachs, and ask for their check. They may have joked about selling an omega in a restaurant, but the last thing they want to do is shit themselves in one or make a scene. The double standard these alphas have is laughable and disgusting.

“Thanks, Nico,” I say, keeping an eye on them. “I don’t mind getting my hands dirty for my sister.”

The words taste like ash, but I need to keep the rouse until I can find her.

“Do you know how she’s been meeting these idiots?” I ask. “Aisling hasn’t wanted to tell me much about it.”

“So you’re being a good brother and stalking her?” the hostess asks with a smirk. At my shrug, she snorts in amusement. “Alphas, I swear. She’s using a dating app from Cupid‘s Call. They have a high rate of matching omegas and packs successfully, but there could be a chance that your sister wasn’t truthful about what she wants.”

“Every pack whom she’s come in on a date with has been wrong for her,” Nico grunts. “I get the feeling she has a situation that she’s trying to solve this way, but I won’t go into further details because no one wants to hear about their little sister and her heats.”

I chuckle with a nod, keeping up the charade as the alphas fly out the door, and I raise my brow. “Did they pay for their meals?” I ask.

“They threw cash down and ran,” a waitress says as she passes us by, money in hand.

“Thank you for the information,” I tell them, business almost complete. “May I ask what your plans are for Pack Dayton?”

Gazing at me for a moment, he nods. “One of my buddies runs with a crew. They’re going to follow them home and then teach them how to treat a lady.”

“Keeps me from having to do it. Thanks,” I grunt. “Listen, I appreciate you watching out for my sister. Think I could trouble you for a text if she comes back in? Like you said, she’s being cagey about her dating life. I want her to stay safe.”

“If it were me, I’d want the same,” Nico says with a shrug. Rattling off his number to me, I input it into my phone and send him a text.

“Much obliged,” I murmur, keeping my phone in my hand and heading out.

The sun has set by this point, and I can’t smell my sweet little poppet’s scent anymore. It makes me irrationally upset as I clench my fist and growl, stalking to my black Mustang. I barely notice that I’m calling Aiden before it connects.

“You good?” he grunts, and I can tell that he’s walking somewhere.

“Are you working right now?” I ask, though what I’m really wondering if he’s doing shit for the boss. Aiden is always working.

“Nah, I’m headed to get grub and then home. You hungry?”

Considering I didn’t eat anything, I am. “Yeah, I’m starving.”

Getting into the car, I turn it on, making sure the radio is off as I pull out of my parking spot and onto the road.

“Something odd happened today,” I say slowly. “I think we need a pack meeting with everyone.”

“Well don’t keep me guessing, asshole,” Aiden groans. “Do tell.”

“I met my scent match while walking past a restaurant on my way back from doing some tech work for the boss,” I blurt out.

“Are you calling me to tell me you kidnapped her?” Aiden asks, sighing.

“No,” I say with a laugh. Although, I am the most likely of us all to do that. While still waters run deep and all that shit, so does my insanity. I keep to the background for the most part, but I don’t have any trouble getting my hands dirty when needed.

“She ran into me, and smells like sugar cookies. God, my dick is still hard whenever I think about it.”

Palming my dick in my pants, I groan loudly as I blow through a yellow light. No one is pulling me over today, and I can handle any camera tickets when I get home.

“Sugar cookies?” Aiden asks, sounding weird. Almost, as if he’s being strangled. I know the sound well, just not typically from him unless we’re blowing off steam and roughhousing.

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