Page 103 of Hunted Omega: Part Two

Malachi nods, his scent softening with pride and support. “This pack stands united, Dash. Your battle is ours.”

The weight of their trust settles on my shoulders, both a burden and a source of strength. I take a deep breath, steadying myself.

“Okay,” I say, turning back to the computer. “Here’s what we know. The next shipment is coming in tonight at three, dock twenty-seven. We need to be there to intercept it, but we also need concrete evidence to take Noah down for good.”

Quinn leans in, scanning the data on the screen. “If we can access their systems during the transfer, I might be able to pull more financial records, communications, and maybe even client lists.”

Zane nods, his muscles coiled with tension. “I’ll handle security. We’ll need a distraction to get close enough without raising alarms.”

“I can help with that,” Aria says, her voice steady despite the fear I can smell on her. “My scent might be enough to throw them off guard, at least for a moment.”

My chest tightens at the thought of putting her in danger, but I know better than to argue. Aria’s stronger than any of us give her credit for.

Malachi’s deep voice cuts through the planning. “We need to consider the omegas on that ship. Their safety has to be our top priority.”

He’s right, of course. The magnitude of what we’re about to do hits me all at once. We aren’t just taking down a criminal enterprise. We’re saving lives. The responsibility is enormous, and for a moment, the weight of it threatens to crush me. The familiar urge to numb myself, to escape, whispers seductively in the back of my mind.

I grip my sobriety chip tighter, focusing on its solid presence. No. I can do this. We can do this.

“Agreed,” I say, forcing my voice to remain steady. “We’ll need a safe house, somewhere to take the omegas once we’ve freed them. Medical supplies, food, blankets—anything they might need.”

Quinn nods, already tapping away at his tablet. “Name it, and it’s done. I have resources you wouldn’t believe.”

“Good,” Malachi says. “Zane, I want you to reach out to your contacts in law enforcement. We need allies we can trust when this all goes down.”

Zane grunts in acknowledgment, his scent sharpening with determination.

“What about me?” I ask, trying to ignore the tremor in my hands. “What’s my role in all this?”

Malachi’s eyes meet mine, his gaze intense. “You’re our ace in the hole, Dash. You uncovered this information, you have the contacts. I need you coordinating everything from here. You’ll be our eyes and ears, making sure all the pieces fall into place.”

Part of me wants to argue, to insist on being there in person, but I know he’s right. This is where I can do the most good, and if I’m being honest with myself, it’s the safest place for me to be—away from the chaos, violence, and the temptation.

I nod, swallowing hard. “Understood.”

A moment of silence falls over the room, heavy with the weight of what we’re about to undertake. Then, unexpectedly, Quinn breaks it with a soft chuckle.

“You know,” he says, a hint of his usual mischief in his eyes, “if someone told me a year ago that we’d be planning to take down an international trafficking ring, I’d have thought they were crazy, but here we are, saving the world one omega at a time.”

His words break the tension, and I feel a ripple of amusement flow through the pack. Even Zane’s lips twitch in a ghost of a smile.

“We’ve come a long way,” Aria agrees, her voice warm with affection. She reaches out, intertwining her fingers with mine. “All of us.”

For a moment, we aren’t just a pack planning a dangerous mission. We’re a family bound by something deeper than blood or duty. The realization hits me like a punch to the gut, filling me with a fierce, protective love that’s stronger than any craving.

The moment is fleeting though. Aria’s expression shifts, her scent souring with anxiety. “I think…” Her voice sounds so smallas she speaks. “I think I need to tell you guys just how awful Noah is.”

The atmosphere in the room shifts, a sudden heaviness settling over us. Aria’s words hang in the air, laden with unspoken pain. I feel my muscles tense, bracing for what’s to come.

Zane moves closer to Aria, his protective instincts kicking in. “You don’t have to do this,” he says softly, but she shakes her head.

“No, I do,” Aria insists, her voice stronger now. “You need to understand what we’re up against. What he’s capable of.”

Zane leans forward. “Spill it, Aria. No holding back now.”

As Aria begins to speak, I realize that this mission isn’t just about taking down a criminal empire, it’s about facing our demons, and as I look around at my pack, I know that whatever comes next, we’ll face it together.

The path ahead is treacherous, but our pack is unbreakable. We aren’t just fighting against something. We’re fighting for something—justice, freedom, and a world where omegas don’t have to live in fear.

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