Page 37 of Knot Our Omega

“And I will have control of this pack.”

“You’re fucking evil.”

“I’m your sister.” Which didn’t make my evil diagnosis any less true.

“No. I’m your alpha. And you will do as I say.” She kicked my knee one more time and walked out of the barn, leaving me alone to contemplate my fate.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Wilder

I was the first one back at the bath store and, when I went inside, I didn’t immediately see her. After calling her name and getting no response, I followed her scent, only to have it lead straight to an emergency exit.

My heart raced. My wolf freaked out. I pushed the door open, and an alarm blared.

“I told you to keep that door shut!” the woman behind the counter yelled.

“Who?” I asked. “Who needed to keep this door shut?”

She looked from her task. “Oh. Sorry. I thought you were those other guys.”

“Other guys?” My wolf was so close to the surface I feared the employee would see him.

“Yeah. They came and got their friend.” She went back to labeling the bath bombs she’d been working on.

“Their friend… Was their friend a beautiful woman?”Please let it be another guy and Rumor was just in the bathroom.

“Yes, with long hair and a red shirt.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Before I could ask for more information, Vargas came in. “Where’s Rumor?”

“I think we have a problem.” I told him what the woman had said, and the two of us ran straight out the back door, not even caring that the employee would be pissed. Let her be.

We followed our mate’s scent through the door, out to the alley and then, just like that, the scent ended. The only thing left of her, her phone.

She was gone.

“We need to find Penn,” Vargas said. “And we need to get our mate back.”

Vargas told me to get Penn from the bakery across the street. He’d go back in and talk to the woman.

My heart was pounding so hard, it echoed in my ears. My thoughts spiraled to the worst places. I grabbed Penn and came back, and by then, Vargas had a few details: number of people and what they were wearing. But her description of their faces? Pretty much useless—they were handsome, whatever the fuck that meant.

Vargas had asked about cameras, something I’d not even considered. But, of course, they didn’t have any. That would’ve made our next step too easy.

We were fucked.

“We need help. We have no clues, no trail to follow, and no tracker to trace.” Vargas sounded as defeated as I felt. “Not the police.”

We were all in agreement on that. Without any proof she actually was taken, they wouldn’t care anyway. Not until more time had passed, and I wasn’t willing to wait.

“What about the Black Wings?” Penn asked. “They control a lot of this area. And they’re all, like, fancy-pants with their tech.”

He was right. They were our best bet. We didn’t want to lose a second’s time and went straight to their pack lands, not even bothering to ask permission to be on their land. This was an emergency…an ask-forgiveness situation. We didn’t have time for formalities.

They technically did owe us a few favors. Wilder had helped them with a livestock issue, and Vargas had helped rebuild one of their buildings after a tornado. We didn’t usually get along with other packs or interact with them at all, for that matter. We kept to ourselves, wanting to avoid the looks and treatment we got from others. But, if we had friends? These were them.

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