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The Lopez pack had land on the east side of the city and their compound wasn’t as large as some, but they had more international dealings than anyone other than Steele.

Selecting one of the cameras closest to the compound, I saw nothing but a black screen with a warning that the camera was out of order while they did repairs.

The Lopez pack was definitely paying off someone on the inside to make sure no one could see who was going to and from their compound.

I wouldn’t even bother with this if Frankie wasn’t sleeping there most nights. She rarely stayed at her apartment anymore.

Until the other night.

Closing out of everything and erasing my tracks took seconds. There was no way anyone would find out what I was doing on this computer, but if I so much as breathed wrong near anyone else’s I’d get caught by Lucy’s insanely aggressive programs.

That was making this job a lot harder than it should be.

Typically, I spent a week, maybe two, gathering intel.

That was it.

But this job? I had a feeling it was going to take longer than that and I couldn’t afford to dilly dally. Not when I was constantly second-guessing everything.

Even if Frankie had a weakness, could I report it, knowing what would happen next?

I opened one of the apps on my tablet and watched the tracker I put on her make its way to the Genesis building.

Why did I even care about what happened to her? It wasn’t like this was anything new for legacy packs. They all spied on each other and planned the downfall of their own family members just to gain a tiny sliver of power they hadn’t possessed before.

All of them were like this, looking down on those who weren’t legacies – sneering at anyone who didn’t quite meet their standards even if they were a legacy.

It was why I respected Lucy and Frankie as much as I did.

Neither of them fit the traditional standards or expectations and yet, they made that work for them.

Frankie had gotten incredibly lucky being Francisco’s daughter. Anyone else and she’d never be named the heir with blue eyes instead of red, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t worked her ass off to make Genesis as successful as it was.

It wasn’t like I didn’t know how hard it was to be anything different or out of the norm.

Technically, I was a legacy alpha.

The strength of my pheromones measured above average when compared to the majority of the legacy alpha statistics and I was just as big as any ‘true’ legacy. I possessed two knots and could make other alphas submit to my dominance if I felt like it.

I just didn’t have the same instincts the others had. I’ve never felt the need to prove my power and strength.

If that weren’t bad enough, I have never once reacted to an omega’s scent, not even when exposed to their pheromones during their heat cycle. I’ve never felt the urge to breed or claim with teeth and claws.

All I had was a single red eye with the smallest fleck in the other.

The grief this eye has given me…I’ve even considered going overseas and getting a transplant, but there was no guarantee the pheromones and genetics wouldn’t eventually contaminate the new eyes too.

This was a fate I couldn’t escape from, so I knew better than anyone just how much Frankie struggled.

Maybe that was the real reason she’d left the Lopez pack and name behind. Because then, she could just be another alpha in a sea of alphas and no one would ever think twice about the color of her eyes.

I was actually jealous that all she had to do was change her name to go unnoticed.

So, maybe the real question wasn’t why she left the Lopez pack, but why she ever came back.

CHAPTER 17

Soren

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