Page 27 of Marigold Run

My mouth hangs open as the unmistakable sounds of wet skin slapping together fills the hallway. Alpha growls overlap and a wild moan makes my heart race. Lust and rejection war within me, making my face flush hot. My fists curl tight around my blanket and I glare at the carpet.

Every cell in my exhausted body is demanding I bust down the door and crawl into bed with them. To present to Izan, to kiss Everly, to beg the twins to fuck me the way they do our beta.

Our beta?

I wince at the wayward thought, taking a quick step back.

Everly isn’t mine. None of them are.

I don’t want this pack, I remind myself.The Silva’s are a means to an end.I’m using them to find the Tenus pack. To find out where Cardis took my brother. Then I’ll get the fuck out of here.

Gathering all my willpower, I tip my head up, then I march down the hall, away from the sloppy sounds of sex.

I wander around the house, not really sure how much time has passed. This place is a goddamn maze, and it doesn’t help that my mind keeps drifting back to the rest of the pack fucking without me.I hate that it bothers me.

A large clock in a large room filled with nothing but old maps, showed that it was close to three in the morning.Almost two hours wandering around this damn house.I’m definitely lost.

I’m just about to give up and return to my room when I turn a corner and excitement bursts in my chest.

The door to the east sitting room is right in front of me.

Finally.

I rush to it, turning the knob very slowly in case it squeaks. It doesn’t make a sound. Once inside the pitch-black room, I hold out my hands, walking carefully toward the window. Why are all the curtains so thick? Does this pack not enjoy any sunlight?

My hips bump into the couch, and I almost knock over a lamp, but I finally reach the window. I grab the edge of the thick curtain, tugging it slightly so a bit of moonlight cuts into the darkness. Then I turn to the bookshelf, praying the tablet is still here. For a moment, I can’t find it and fear swims in my belly. But then something catches the moonlight and I glance up to see the shiny black screen leaning against a stack of books. I grab it, then drop to the floor, sitting on my feet. More cum pushes out of me, and I snarl at the mess between my legs.

“Concentrate,”I whisper harshly.I might not have much time.

After all, there are cameras facing Izan’s offices. There might be another one in my bedroom or in all the hallways. Hell, they might be all over this place. Someone might already be aware that I’m out of bed right now, so I’ve got to do this fast.

My fingers tremble as I press the power button. The screen lights up, presenting three rows of tiny icons, and a breath of relief slips from me—thank goodness there’s no passcode.

Finding a familiar icon, I press it, then begin my search:The Tenus Pack

Several articles immediately display, and I dive in, clicking on the first one. I skim the first few paragraphs, flying past the introduction to the pack’s association with crime. I look for the Pack Alpha’s name, not stopping until I find it:

Donovan Tenus has offered the following comment on his packmate’s conviction: “Breckin is a loyal alpha, an excellent packmate, and a longtime friend. The charges brought against him are nothing more than the result of an overbearing government, determined to destroy good alphas.”

Donovan Tenus.

A memory rolls forward, and I suddenly remember something Cardis said on that awful day two years ago:“Donovan will make plenty of money off of them.”

Does Donovan run the Black Market?

Or he did.

Curiosity gets the better of me, and I open a new tab, doing a quick search on “Donovan Tenus and the Black Market”. I don’t expect there to be an address for the asshole, but I need something that might tell me where I can find him. After all, if Donovan is Cardis’s pack alpha, then finding one will mean finding the other.

I click on the top article, skimming it quickly. There are several paragraphs on Donovan’s charitable work and as well as a few unconfirmed statements that he’s involved with the Black Market. Annoyed, I back out of the article and click on the next one.

The Omega Black Market is a temporary camp where omegas are captured and sold to the highest bidder. It’s an elusive location that changes frequently, making it difficult for authorities?—

A floorboard creaks somewhere within the house and I freeze up. Holding my breath, I strain my ears, trying to figure out if someone is moving around or if it’s the wind making the house settle. After a few tense moments, I release my breath, then turn back to the tablet. I need to get back to my room before I’m caught, but I want to check one more thing.

I type in“Alpha Cardis and the Tenus Pack”in the search bar. The page flashes, but before I can click on any links, another creak hits the air, but this one is closer. Panicked, I exit the tab then turn off the tablet, before shoving it back onto the shelf. The footsteps stop right outside the room and I stare at the shadow under the door.

The scent of vanilla-dipped apples hits my nose and rage bubbles in my blood.

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