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I was surprised she didn’t clutch her pearls and cry.

I nodded, and she left quickly, but I didn’t dare cry. As much as they wanted to get rid of me, I wanted to leave. I even had a few dollars put away in case I got a chance to flee.

I would probably get saddled with some old alphas or mean ones who might be crueler to me than my family. That would take some doing.

If I had daughters, I would leave. I would run for my life and theirs. They wouldn’t endure this hatred, no matter who they were.

I pulled my hair down over my shoulder and slipped my feet into the shoes that matched my new awful dress.

“You can fucking do this, Rumor. This is your way out.”

Chapter Four

Wilder

I polished off a third plate of Vargas’ chicken with roasted cabbage and homemade garlic bread then waddled into the office and plopped into my office chair. Damn, he knew how to cook, but I felt like a tank after eating all of that.

Couldn’t be helped. I was a growing boy.

I ignored all the notifications from Discord and my games begging me to play them and focused on the task at hand.

Time to find out more about the omega who was being sold.

Sold.

What a situation that we were even thinking about this.

I had set up social media accounts with names and profiles. We had to keep up with the shifter world somehow, and there were other packs like ours. The bastards had to stick together.

I checked everything I could find, which wasn’t much. Names. Gossip. People talked, and shifters were the worst about coming up with a negative scenario when left to read between the lines.

There wasn’t a single picture of this alpha turned omega. Born into a prominent pack of alphas as a twin, being an omega was even more rare. That had to be hard on the female. In an instant, because of something genetic the Goddess chose for her, she’d become the black sheep of the family, placed on the market.

For a high price. More than we’d paid for our land and the materials we used for construction of our house combined.

My wolf tugged at me through our connection. Even without a picture, a name, or much knowledge about the omega, he urged me to look further. Research more. Follow the segues.

And I did until there were no more left.

“Anything?” Penn stuck his head into our shared office.

“Yeah. I found some things. Get Vargas, please. Let’s talk about this.”

I waited and gathered my thoughts while Penn went off to find Vargas. We had a lot to talk over, but I would leave out the part where my wolf had already made his decision. If it were up to him, he would get in our Jeep and drive the fastest route to the Bronson pack to make our bid.

Why he was so attached all of a sudden was a mystery.

“I’m here,” Vargas announced with Penn on his heels.

“Here’s what I found out. It’s not much. So, she’s nineteen, almost twenty. She presented as an omega when she turned eighteen. She’s a twin, and as we all know, twins are mostly both alphas, even females. She’s basically being sold by the Bronson family because she’s a black spot on their reputation of ruthless alphas.”

Vargas snorted. “And yet, that’s what they call us.”

“No pictures?” Penn asked.

“Not a one. On the Bronson pack website, it looks like some pictures have been tampered with, so I’m thinking they blotted her out altogether. But…do we care?”

“About what?”

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