Page 53 of Terror

“And my sister?”

“With the baker.”

“Why?”

“She’s after the shooter too.”

“Excellent,” the king says. “Son, send a Horde or two after my sister.”

“Negative,” Arkin and Raven say in unison.

Loven chuckles. “My heart is full.” He licks his claw.

Arkin pushes on. “The baker might be an Omega.”

“Ah,” the king says. “Send a Collector unit, then.”

“We might have a male Omega, Uncle. A breeder. Raven and I have decided not to interfere. Surely, my aunt doesn’t need backup to retrieve one man.”

“If anything happens to the Alpha female…” The king glares, leaving out the rest of the sentence. I’m certain it’s a threat.

“She might get laid,” Loven chips in. “That’s what’s gonna happen. She’ll come back with a belly full of female Alphas. Stop cock-blocking her.”

My phone rings, and I excuse myself, plugging one ear so I hear the person on the other end as the voices in the kitchen rise.

“Hello?” I answer.

“Ms. Park, this is Dodge. How are you today?”

“Good. Thank you. Do you have a lead?” The million-dollar offer still stands. There’ve been thousands of leads, none accurate so far. KDSD news handles the phone tips, and since Terror has wasted enough time chasing after false leads, I hired a private detective to help sort through the mess.

“I have an address,” he says.

My heart beats faster. “Are you sure?”

“It’s him. Confirmed with my own two eyes and twice since this morning. I’m at the bar across the marina, looking at his boat.”

“Oh my God,” I whisper. “A boat? Is he docked here?”

“Eleven hundred twenty-five Gilborn Marina. Goes by the name Bob Park. I can meet the Hordesman at the Pink Shark Bar and Grill.”

“Thank you.” I return to the kitchen, where the males are speaking over each other in Rakhan. It seems like a heated argument, namely between the king and the prince. Arkin stands firmly by Raven’s side. Sotay looks bored. Loven’s on his second bag of chips. Seer is grinning, seeming amused.

“I got an address for Travis,” I say.

Silence. All eyes turn on me. My palms sweat, and I wipe them along my dress.

“Tell me,” the king commands.

Arkin’s red armor snaps into place. “That human is mine,” he barks at the king.

“Of course.” The king hops off the counter. “I will simply observe the capture.”

“Lies,” Raven says and stands, rolling his shoulders.

“You will stay where you are, Uncle,” Arkin says.

Loven flings a bag of chips and races to the front door.

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