Page 83 of Hunted Omega: Part Two

“This isn’t over,” I say, my voice low and dangerous. “You might think you won, but I promise you, Mayor Blackwood, your corruption will come to light, and when it does, I’ll be there to ensure you face the consequences.”

He snorts before walking out into the hall, leaving us alone in his office.

As we step into the hallway, Aria’s grip tightens on my hand. “Malachi,” she whispers, her voice tight with worry, “what are we going to do?”

I pull her close, breathing in her scent to calm my racing thoughts. “We’re going to fight, love, and we’re going to win.”

“What now?” she whispers, her voice shaky but her eyes bright with determination.

I press a kiss to her forehead, my mind already formulating plans. “We’ll fight back,” I say, my voice filled with quiet resolve. “But first, we need to protect you. It’s time we addressed your registration status.”

As we walk to the car, the bustling city, I pull out my phone to call an emergency pack meeting. The game has changed, and the stakes are higher than ever, but one thing remains certain—I’ll do whatever it takes to keep Aria and our pack safe.

“Malachi,” Aria says, squeezing my hand. “Don’t you dare try to shoulder this all on your own. I’m not some damsel to be protected. I’m your partner, your equal. We’ll face this as a pack.”

Her words fill me with warmth, reminding me why I fell in love with this fierce, unstoppable woman. “You’re right,” I say, pulling her close. “They have underestimated us, love. Our bond, our pack, is a force they can’t comprehend. Let them try to break us.”

As we drive home, a spark of hope flickers amidst the worry. Noah and Blackwood might think they have outmaneuvered us, but they have underestimated the strength of our bond and the power of our convictions. This is far from over. In fact, it’s only just begun.

The drive back to the pack house is tense, the air thick with unspoken fears and determination. Aria’s hand remains claspedin mine, her thumb tracing soothing circles on my skin. The city blurs past us, a kaleidoscope of lights and shadows that mirrors the turmoil in my mind.

We arrive at the pack house, the tension still crackling between us like a live wire. Aria stays close to my side as we enter, her fingers gripping my arm tightly. The rest of the pack is already gathered in the living room, their expressions shifting from concerned to determined as we walk in.

Zane is the first to speak, his brooding presence filling the room. “What’s going on? You both look like you saw a ghost.”

I take a deep breath and glance at Aria before addressing the pack. “It’s Noah. He made a deal with the mayor, and they are coming after us and Omega Guardians. We need to act fast.”

Quinn’s eyes narrow, his usually calm demeanor faltering. “What kind of deal?”

“Sentinel Security,” I explain, watching realization dawn on their faces. “They are positioning themselves as the city’s go-to for omega protection, but it’s a front, and the mayor is fully aware.”

Aria steps forward, her eyes betraying her fear. “And if we push back, the mayor’s threatening to expose my unregistered status. We can’t let that happen.”

Silence falls over the room, each of us processing the implications. Finally, Dash breaks the quiet, his usual bravado replaced by quiet resolve. “So what’s the plan? Because sitting here waiting for them to come at us isn’t it.”

“Agreed,” I say, nodding. “First, we’ll secure Aria’s registration. Quinn, I need you to look into any allies we have in the registry office, someone who can expedite the process without alerting the wrong people.”

Quinn nods, already pulling out his phone. “I’ll hack every system in this city if that’s what it takes.”

“Good. Zane, I need you to double our patrols around the pack house and the salon. I don’t want Noah or his people getting anywhere near Aria.”

“Consider it done,” Zane says, his jaw set in determination.

“Dash,” I continue, turning to him. “We need eyes on Noah’s movements. I want to know where he is, who he’s meeting, and what he’s planning next.”

Dash smirks, his confidence returning. “I’ll find him. There is no way he’s slipping past me.”

I turn back to Aria, taking her hands in mine. “You’re the heart of this pack, Aria. Protecting you isn’t just our duty, it’s our privilege.”

Aria nods, her grip tightening on my hands. “I trust you. All of you.”

As the pack disperses to carry out their tasks, I pull Aria into a tight embrace. “They underestimated us, love. Our bond, our pack, is a force they can’t comprehend. Let them try to break us.”

Aria nods, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “They want a war? Fine. Let’s show them what happens when you corner a pack of wolves.”

With a renewed sense of purpose, I watch my pack spring into action. The challenges ahead are daunting, but we’re prepared to face them head-on. As long as we stand together, there’s nothing we can’t overcome.

As I stand here, though, surrounded by the strength and determination of my pack, a nagging thought tugs at the edges of my mind. In this high stakes game of power and politics, how far am I willing to go to protect what’s mine? The line between justice and vengeance has never felt so thin, and I can’t shake the feeling that before this is over, we may all be forced to cross it.

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