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Well, it wasn’t like I didn’t deserve it.

CHAPTER 16

Soren

That pink-haired psychodidn’t seem to exist no matter how hard I dug and it was really starting to piss me off.

I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at my computer screen.

Pulling the security footage from the café the other day was child’s play when they hadn’t even secured their network yet.

The legacy alpha with pink hair did show up on that, but nothing else.

I tried to follow his trail after he left the café, but I didn’t have access to any of the stored footage from the traffic cameras.

Running the clearest image of him through my facial recognition programs triggered nothing. Having it go through everything on the dark web gave me an error report which should be impossible.

It was like he didn’t exist outside that single moment in time.

I didn’t like not knowing who else was working this job or why, but there wasn’t much I could do about it right now. If I saw him again, I’d plant a tracker on him like I had Frankie and go from there.

Leaning back in my chair, I studied the sharp features under that baby pink hair, wondering why I hadn’t reported his presence.

By all accounts, he was a dangerous player who could cause potential problems for my employer, but I had this uneasy feeling he was more than just a wild card.

I started up another search, worldwide this time. It would take forever to get a match, but it was very unlikely he could erase his face from every camera in the world.

All I needed was a lead, then I’d have some idea of what to do with this new player.

I sighed and checked my phone to see she was late again which wasn’t unusual for her, but after what happened the other day, I felt strangely anxious.

Getting here before dawn wasn’t because I wanted to show off, but because I couldn’t sleep.

I’ve been up every night trying to figure out who that legacy alpha was, even reaching out to my various contacts. While I waited for their responses, I read through anything I could find on Frankie and the Lopez pack in the hopes I’d get some answers.

Finding her weakness was the ultimate goal, but I couldn’t do that if I didn’t understand her.

Just yesterday, I’d thought I had a good idea of who she was as a person, but the incident in the gym and her reaction to it proved I had no fucking clue who Francesca James Lopez really was.

All I knew was she was nothing like the person she pretended to be.

That was the only explanation I could come up with for the way she’d abandoned me in the gym and then returned to the office, greeting everyone else with a wide smile.

I’d say she hated me, but she had to show emotion for that to be true.

Frankie didn’t show any emotion toward me at all because to her, I simply didn’t exist.

Nothing has ever bothered me this badly before. It made me feel fucking crazy to see her lookthroughme like I wasn’t standing right in front of her.

Running my hand through my hair, I leaned forward and grabbed the mouse, scrolling through the data I’ve gathered as I wondered for the thousandth time why she even left the Lopez pack to begin with.

Everyone knew she’d disappeared as a teen, but no one knew why.

The Lopez pack adopted many children over the generations, just like all the other legacy packs, but they rarely made who they adopted public until they reached adulthood. I respected that considering how vile the media could be, but it didn’t make my job any easier.

Lucy Parker Lopez was one of those children, an omega who’d ended up bonded to two of the most powerful alphas in the country. Her relationship with Frankie outside work was unknown though.

The rumors going around Genesis were that Frankie has been pining after Lucy this whole time, but that didn’t really make sense. There wasn’t any evidence Frankie felt that way in any of the pictures of them over the years.

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