Page 74 of Pack Larsen

“What the fuck are we doing right now? We should be going after Silver,” I plead, feeling like I’m on a sinking ship with no lifeboat to save me. Actually, my lifeboat just hightailed it out of here with her broken heart on her sleeve and a look that will haunt me for the rest of my life.

“I’m doing what we came here to do,” Pace snarls, storming through the hallway and right back into the study room that just saw the explosion of my fucking relationship with the only woman I’ve ever loved. Shit, shit, fuckingshit.

Following him while I slide my cell from my pocket, I go straight to Silver’s number and press dial, just as Pace slams the door open and alpha-barks at the bitch behind the desk.

“You’re going to leave Silver the fuck alone, we clear? You’re going to pretend like you’re the childless cunt you should have always been. The only reason I’m glad you’re not is because my whole heart rests in the hands of the woman you brought into the world. But from this day forward, you don’t talk to Silver. You don’t look at her. You don’t motherfucking think about her. Are we clear?”

Cynthia sits wide-eyed behind her desk, spine ramrod straight, her teeth gritted while she tries to ignore the pull of an alpha-bark. Pace doesn’t let her. Hell, even I’m feeling the effects, my chest pulling uncomfortably.

“Silver no longer exists to you and your shitty little pack. She’s worth ten of you. A hundred even. You couldn't pay me or her actual pack enough money in the world to walk away from her. We’re here for the long fucking haul. Think twice before you consider forcing yourself into her life again, because we will be there. We’re going to be there long after you're dead and buried in the shitting ground, you understand? When you think about accosting her at an event you’re both at, planning to shove her into the arms of a pack that won’t love her like we do, remember that you’ll have to deal with me,” he snarls, voice deep and rumbling and scary as shit. “I’ll be the nightmare you have to deal with if you don’t make sure you keep the hell away from my fucking omega. Are we clear?”

Slowly, Cynthia nods, trembling now.

“I said, ‘are we clear?’” Pace barks, slamming his hands on the desk, making the woman jump a mile out of her seat.

“We’re clear,” she rasps, fear evident in every aspect of her body language.

Pace stands and steps back, nodding. “Be sure you remember.”

Cynthia swallows hard, but she doesn’t say anything more, and Pace takes that as his cue to leave. He’s storming out of the room without a backward glance, still clutching tightly to the check that vile woman wrote. I don’t even know how much it was, nor do I care, because Pace was right. All the money in the world couldn’t entice me to leave Silver.

“We gonna go get our girl now?” I ask quietly the moment we’re in the grand entrance that makes my head hurt.

“We’re getting our girl,” Pace agrees, stomping to his car like an angry bull, raging and full of fire. I’ve never seen him like it, and it’s all the proof I need to show me that he loves Silver as much as I do.

Climbing into the beat-up Nissan, I barely have my seatbelt strapped over my chest before Pace is flooring it, spitting dust and gravel into the fountain as we speed away from the house I never want to return to.

In silence, my panic palpable around us enough that there’s no need for words, Pace drives like a bat out of hell back to the house. Back to the home we share with the woman we love. All the while, I’m trying to call Silver. Dialing, hanging up when she doesn’t answer, and redialing her number like a pathetic weirdo who won’t leave her alone. I can’t. I need her. More than anything in the world, I need her.

I’m out of the car before it’s fully stopped, running into the house with my heart beating a mile a minute. “Silver?Silver?”

“She’s not here, Aero. Fuck,” Pace huffs with a groan, running his hand roughly through his hair.

Growling like a damned alpha, I snap, “Where the hell is she?”

Pace pauses, looking around as he thinks, before he says, “Call Alek. See if she’s there. I’ll call—”

Just as he says it, the door swings open, Munro and the twins barging into the house like a tornado through a cornfield. As soon as Munro sees the devastation on my face that I can’t hide, he scowls deeply and snaps, “Where the fuck is she? She’s not answering my calls.”

I sigh, shaking my head. “Pretty sure she’s turned her cell off.”

“Fucking great. What the hell happened?” Rage seethes, his white shirt and cargo pants covered in grease stains. Haze isn’t much better, his dirty hands resting on his waist and leaving dark smudges over the material.

“We went to visit Cynthia like we all spoke about. Warn her away from Silver. I don’t know how she knew, but Silver showed up just as Cynthia tried to pay us off. Handed Pace a fucking check just as Silver appeared in the doorway. Now our omega has the wrong idea, is nursing a broken heart, and we have no idea where she is,” I explain quickly, looking down at my phone to see if I have any missed calls or texts from Silver. It’s stupid, I know I won’t, but I can’t help but check anyway.

“She ran before we could explain what we were doing there,” Pace concludes with a severe tone and expression that would send a shiver down my spine if I wasn’t so stressed about Silver. “We’re about to call around and see if anyone has seen her.”

Munro nods. “I’ll call Juno.”

“I’ve got Alek,” I chime in, and just like that, we’re on a mission to find our omega. The twins are talking to Pace, trying to get the whole story out of the grumbling alpha, and I’m dialing Alek the same time Munro calls Juno.

“Yo,” Silver’s cousin answers, and my body relaxes a little from its tense state.

“Hey, man. Sorry to call, but I was wondering if you’ve seen or heard from Silver?” I ask him without any kind of preamble, getting straight to the point.

Alek sighs before he says, “Can’t say I have, bro. Sorry about that. Anything I can help with?”

Shit the fucking bed.

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