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Thirty-Six

IVY

Ican't tell if Valek is being a dick, but it's generally safe to assume yes.

Even if he has been different lately.

I'm not sure why, exactly, because he seems like he's back to his weird but lucid self. But whatever it is, I'm too tired and stressed to figure it out now.

What I do know is I still want him here.

Sometimes, I'm not sure if it's because I love him or because I want to torture him. Sometimes it's both. But either way, he's part of the pack.

Mypack.

The rest, we can figure out.

First things first, we need to figure out what the hell is going on with our captive, and whether we can even use her as leverage.

Whiskey is right. Her shitty excuse for a mate just left her at the club without a second thought, even though she literally went to bat for him.

With a statue.

Even if my pack is a little chaotic, completely unhinged, and full of warring personalities that could make an experienced drill sergeant throw in the towel, I have no doubt that every single one of them would walk through hell itself just to get me. They've proven it time and again. All of them, even Valek.

Her beta's betrayal has to hurt.

But as the sedative wears off and the other omega rouses from her drugged state, the confusion in her violet eyes clears to reveal nothing but ice underneath.

Yeah. Not so helpless.

"Where am I?" she demands, looking around the white stone walls of the dungeon cell we're all packed into, pulling her silky robe tighter around her voluptuous body. It's the kind of thing you wear in… well, a sex dungeon. Not a literal dungeon.

The alphas are keeping themselves positioned between me and our captive, as if I'm not the one who choked her out.

Plague steps forward. "You're not in any position to be asking questions," he says in a cold tone I doubt he's ever used on an omega before.

Thane moves closer to the cot, his massive frame casting a shadow over her. "What's your name?"

She glares up at him, her full lips pressed into a thin line.

"We want to do this the easy way," Thane continues, his deep voice rumbling through the cell. "But if you don't talk, we're not going to have a choice."

"What, are you going to torture an omega?" she says with a bitter laugh.

"No," I mutter, stepping around Wraith's bulk. "ButIwill."

Our eyes lock, and for a moment, it's like looking in a mirror. I see the same fire, the same stubbornness that's kept me alive all these years. Even if it looks more like ice in hers.

And there's something else I know well.

Bitterness.

"Tell us your name," Thane says again.

She's finally the first to look away. "Cosima," she says.

"Cosima?" Valek echoes, sounding surprised.

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