Page 3 of Verses and Blooms
Something I’d absolutely ignore and allow to happen. My alpha was happy to have someone in our pack that was just as strong, and could do the things I’d been sworn against when I took on my role in the Alliance.
I had half a mind to recruit the alphas in my pack. Having the Alliance’s protection would only help us after we got out.
Then again, maybe we’d all earned a soft life.
If I found my omega first, at least.
I watched as Ledger and Rydell worked with Caspian, correcting his stance and helping him move. They were both fighters, their techniques solid enough I didn’t have to intervene or correct a single thing.
Good. That would prove useful.
Just as I opened my mouth to call for a break, alarms blared loudly, causing Ansel to cling to Kane and the rest of us turning to face the door.
“It’s time,” I said, gesturing for the alphas to follow me as I stalked from the room.
The military was pouring into Ash Recovery Center now. A sea of uniforms walking in, faces grim and barking orders. I knew the patients would be terrified but they would soon find that now they were in good hands.
By morning, this would be a facility owned and run by the Alliance.
I couldn’t say the same for other branches, but the Alliance was specially equipped to handle a place like this. They should have stepped in years ago, but I didn’t call the shots.
Chief led the charge as he stormed down the atrium. His face was grim, but determined. His black Alliance uniform held a single badge on front that spoke of his station, but otherwise he blended into the crowd. Only his dominance stood out.
His dark eyes scanned the room until they settled on me.
“They have my omega, Chief," I growled. His eyes held empathy as he clapped my shoulder.
“Then we will get her back. What do we know?”
“She’s in the infirmary,” Rydell answered. The chief looked back, eyes studying the dominant alpha behind me.
I refused to think of him as feral. I’d never met an alpha with more control than him.
The chief put his hand to his ear, pressing his comm. “Secure and round up the staff, get them to the lobby. Start with the medical staff,especiallythe doctor. Don’t be kind about him.”
Soldiers moved the moment the order was spoken, nurses, orderlies, and guards herded to the front of the building.
Some were terrified, others compliant, and several fought.
It was easy to see which staff members were the real problem here.
My eyes rested on the infirmary. Satisfaction hit me as the door flung open and several guards dragged Malik out. He was spitting mad and fighting, but the cuffs on his hands and the alpha pulling him through the hall had it under control.
“Don’t be gentle!” Rydell yelled out. Malik’s head snapped toward us, my pack smiling back at him.
Justice was sweet.
“We’re securing the perimeter, there are only two exits. She’s not getting off this property. In fact, no one is leaving,” he said. “We’re officially on lockdown.”
“Can I get my pack outfitted? What do we have?”
He eyed me, then the pack at my side. “What training do they have?”
“The mafia,” Ledger said without skipping a beat. Chief's bark of laughter in response had me freezing.
I’d never once heard him laugh.
“Of course, you are, son. I can see the resemblance. I’m assuming if you’re here, he’s no friend of yours?”
