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“Shit, Luka! That was hot,” Rose pants. “Are you going to leave me wanting?”

I look up in time to see gold dollar signs float across my laptop screen. Fuck! I slam down the lid to end the broadcast, guilt crashing into me just as heavily.

“Yes, but not here,” I tell her as I pick her up and carry her to the shower.

I tug her clothes off and load her into the hot water where I try to scrub my sin off with a washcloth and soap. Dread and sorrow ride me as I take her against the wall, and I take her on the floor with the water rising around us, and then I take her twice more in her nest until she’s utterly spent and her pussy’s clinging to my knot like I’m her lifeline.

When really, I’m her betrayer.

Chapter forty-six

Colt

I wash up in the Bureau change room and put on my spare uniform. We had a successful bust on the weekend with a production house for illegal haze and today we broke up a domestic which got ugly. The traumatized omega is safely stashed at the Omega Center.

I shake my head, wondering how anyone could abuse an omega that way. Or stick needles in them to draw the haze out of their glands during heats. Unfortunately, the bonded ones are so vulnerable to alpha domination.

Well, they’re all vulnerable.

Now if only we could catch this bastard Groman who’s still on the run. He’s probably fled the country by now, slippery fucker.

“You look a bit fresher,” Liam says, coming out of another shower stall as I wash my shirt in the sink.

I snort. “Yeah, blood spatter isn’t a good look on me. I’ve no idea how Luka gets it out, even hours old.” I wring the damp shirt out and stuff it in a plastic bag. He always asks me to wash it in cold water at the first opportunity I get, so I do my best. Took a couple of hours to get today’s rotten apple out to Alpha Lodgings though.

Liam looks uncomfortable. “How’s your nose? Things at home okay?”

I stroke my sprained nose which is healing up nicely. “Zane’s doing great, he’s responding to simple words from Rose. No change in Scar.”

Liam smiles. “She hasn’t thought of a name for him yet?”

I shake my head.

He leans on the vanity bench. “Do you need help with wash day, or something? Don’t want to crowd you, but if you need some extra strong hands, sign me up.”

I hesitate. I don’t like the guy, but he’s reliable in tough situations and even stopped it from being worse on Scar’s moving day. “I could use a hand on Thursday night after work if you’re willing. Wouldn’t want the wild one to break my nose for real this time.”

He grins. “Sure thing. That handsome nose is too good at sniffing out crime.”

I roll my eyes half-heartedly and collect my things.

Felina has a strong black coffee waiting for me back at my desk. “Nicely handled, boss. I think we deserve a pay rise.”

I grunt. “Damn right. File a complaint.”

She grins at me. “Wish I could.”

I carry my coffee back to my desk and spy a yellow envelope on my keyboard. With a sigh I slump into my chair, glaring at the mountain of paperwork still waiting from Saturday’s raid. “Can’t I please catch up before I get a new case?” I mutter as I slit the envelop open. Two glossy A4 photos slide into my palm and my blood runs cold.

There in color perfection is a photo of Luka’s big cock nestled between Rose’s bra-clad chest. My heartbeat pounds in my ears as I flip to the next one, which shows her breasts half falling out and covered in cum. A tiny glint of shine catches on Luka’s cock ring.

I reel, knocking over my bucket of pens. “What the fuck?” Is this a peeping tom case, in my own house? Then I recheck the photos, noticing the border and the symbols along the edge of the screenshots.

ICU. The amateur porn ring.

“Fucking bastard!” I shout, jumping to my feet. The coffee cup tips, spilling inky black liquid everywhere, but I can’t see anything past the red film in my vision. “Felina!”

Her head pops up over the cubicle partitions.

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