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I give him a jerky nod. “Fine, then. I’ll give you the address.”
CHAPTER 11
Killian
My thumbs tap restlessly on the steering wheel of the blacked-out Sprinter van we have.
“We’ve got an address,” Milo says from the passenger seat, typing away on his laptop.
“Send it to me.” I pull out my phone, immediately forwarding the address to the Ward Security team. They’ve been on standby to go in and grab Stone ever since we lost contact with him twelve hours ago.
While Theo and I can hold our own in a fight, we’re not built for stealth operations and retrieval missions. Neither is Milo.
“Where’s Theo and the omega?”
“They’re still at The Dollhouse. They’re getting ready to leave now, though. We should move in to pick them up.”
“Noted. Tell them we’ll be there out back in five minutes.”
“Theo says she’s demanding we go pick up her family now.”
“That’s why we brought the van,” I nod.
My thumbs continue to tap their uneven rhythm on the steering wheel as I drive the van down unmaintained side streets.
This will be the first time I’m getting to meet this mystery omega who seems to have enamored all of my packmates. Sheeven seems to have caught Milo’s attention and his interest in any omega is virtually unheard of. I’ve never seen him so interested or detailed in a report I’ve had him compile for us.
Reyna Carver. Twenty-Four. Oldest of four children. Daughter to Angie and Rick Carver. An unregistered Southside omega who’s been working at The Dollhouse, a strip club that also serves as a brothel, for six years, ever since she turned eighteen.
Theo described her as a spitfire. Stone described her as sharp as a whip.
I can’t help but wonder what I’ll think of her.
“I’m cutting the cameras now,” Milo says. “You should be able to pull up by that dumpster and we’ll be in the blindspot.”
“Got it.”
I pull up into the shadows in the alley and wait.
The backdoor to The Dollhouse opens and Theo comes out, leading the omega behind him.
Well, damn.
I can see why the rest of my pack is enamored with her. Her raven black hair is curled, falling around her face in a way that makes me feel like she could be a runway model. She wears an oversized, threadbare hoodie that leaves her legs bare.
My brows draw down.
Why doesn’t she have more clothes on? It’s still freezing outside, especially considering it’s one in the morning.
Her steps stutter when she sees the van in the shadows, but she follows along as Theo gestures towards us.
I automatically turn up the heat inside before realizing what I’m doing. I guess those are my alpha instincts at work.
Theo slides open the van door for her, extending his hand for her to take.
She steps up in herself, not taking his arm, freezing when she catches sight of me in the driver’s seat.
I take in a deep breath, sinking into her scent. It’s like the air after a thunderstorm and reveals how stressed she is. I want to soak into her scent until it sinks into my very bones.
