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Beckett's eyes are bright blue fucking steel. "She's my friend."

If I were a betting man, I would assume Kate would be insanely upset over the way this alpha is reacting to Vincent's protectiveness of Amaya. But my omega and her friend stand at the base of the porch, not moving a muscle to add in their two cents. Kate looks pissed, but she's only aiming her ire atEmmett and me. Amaya looks tired if not annoyed by the show of dominance blocking her from getting back inside.

"Alright, boys, that's enough." Mr. Arison interjects, stepping up onto the porch now as well. I'm tempted to use the excuse of it being too crowded out here and enter Amaya's home, but I would never disrespect her or her space. To us, Mr. Arison says, "I'm pretty sure my daughter doesn't want you here."

Vincent stiffens and my jaw about hits the ground when he growls at Amaya's dad now too. "Amaya can speak for herself,Paul."

The tension and thickening of scents makes me want to bolt, but I have yet to hear from my omega. Whatever she wants, she gets, and it looks like that's the main thing connecting us to Vincent.Thank fuck.

A dramatically loud sigh draws my attention to Amaya. "Insufferable," she mutters and trudges up the porch steps with Kate hot on her heels. "Excuse me."

With a bit of shuffling, Amaya darts between all the testosterone and into the safety of her home. I kind of wish she wasn't so little in this moment because I would havelovedfor her to brush up against me.

"Thank you, Vincent," my sweet mate whispers to the big alpha once he's hovering behind her in the doorway once again. She addresses us. “Guys, now's not a good time."

My heart sprouts fucking wings and flies away when she makes eye contact with me. Far too soon, they flick to Emmett, and I swear I hear the stirrings of his purr, but he swallows, then nods.

"See you soon, Maya," my alpha murmurs with affection. "Vincent." With a curt nod to him and her dad, we leave our omega behind in the hands of the people shedoestrust.

I will earn her trust back if it's the last thing I do.

See you soon, baby girl.

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EVIDENCE OF OMEGA TRAFFICKING?

Another building uncovered.

Dungeons lined with small cells, with evidence of human fecal matter and blood stains not only on the cement floors but on the bars as well, paint a horrific visual of the desperation these omegas felt during their captivity.

Photo of dark, dirty cells

Leftover alcohol and rotting food found on the main level, along with weapons and the common theme; syringes. What these omegas were injected with has yet to be revealed.

Photo of what looks to be a community room

Note the lingerie, collars, and leashes hanging from the back wall. Is this where business was conducted? Whatwastheir business?

Photo of a group of omegas rescued

Were these omegas saved from a fate worse than dirty cells? Rumors of omega trafficking have surfaced, and the evidence is damning.

What are the authorities doing to keep our Omegas safe? What's stopping the devils from snatching them off the streets once they leave the rehabilitation center?

Are any of us safe?

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SAMUEL

Sex trafficking.

That's the future my mate had in store for her if the Omega Protection Services hadn't busted down their literal gates.

I didn't save her.Didn't even try, nor did I want to.

I was so convinced the girl who held my heart and soul stomped on it.Purposefully. If she had troubles in her new lavish life, I didn't care.

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