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“That’s not the same,” Ellie argues.
“It’s fine, El. We are all just doing the best we can in a difficult situation.” I try to diffuse the tension the best I can, but Ellie isn’t convinced.
The sour scent of her anger pours off her in waves.
She just needs to drop it. No good will come from this line of thinking. I have accepted this is my life now. I can’t dare to hope that Archer will change.
I’ve wasted enough tears on the crazy hope that something will be different.
I wave at another pack member that usually has time to talk. She waves back but rushes away eyeing Angela warily. I nearly throw my hands up in frustration. This is completely insane.
“I shouldn’t have to be guarded all the time,” I mumble.
“I’m telling you, it won’t last long,” Angela says. “He’ll get over all this soon enough, and you will be able to move around freely again.”
“I wish you would just stop, Angela. I can’t have hope. It will kill me when it’s dashed again.” I shake my head and turn away from both of them to head back to the house.
Maybe I can reason with Archer and get my freedom back. I stomp to the front door and throw it open. Anger and frustration war inside of me.
I can’t be the alpha they need if I can’t get them to open up to me. Archer will just have to see that I’m right.
But how can I convince him when he’s so set in his ways?
14
Archer
I stab at the keyboard. Still pissed at the riot act that Angela read me when she brought in the breakfast Jara made.
Why does she keep doing that even though I’ve been a complete ass to her? Breakfast was good, but my beta yelling at me grated on my nerves.
The phone rings, and I grit my teeth at the interruption. “Hello?”
“Boss, I have some awful news,” Jordan says quietly.
“What is it? Are you on a secure line?”
“Yes, of course. I’m using a burner.”
“Good. What happened?” I sit straight, my shoulders tense, waiting for the ball to drop.
“Five employees are missing.”
What the fuck? I jump to my feet and pace the room. They are trying to abduct my pack. They’ve already abducted some of the rogues.
“How did this happen?” I shout.
“I don’t know, Boss. It looks like they were particular on who they took,” Jordan grumbles.
“How do you mean? Do you know for sure that they were abducted?” I stop pacing.
My grip tightens on my phone almost to the point of cracking it. What the fuck does the government think they are doing?
“I can’t prove anything, and it’s not like it would make a difference if I could.”
“No, it won’t matter. I don’t want them reported missing. It won’t do any good and will just bring more attention to us.”
“Of course, Boss, but how do we stop it from happening to anyone else?” he asks.
