Page 114 of Pack Rivals, Part One

"I'm at the Pack York apartment." I screw up my eyes. She says it so casually like she wasn't swapping saliva with my packmate last night, like this news won't gut me senseless. "Someone broke into our apartment last night and Axel insisted we couldn't stay there, although it's such a mess anyway and we aren't allowed to touch anything until the police–"

I stop listening. I'm still hung up on the words 'break-in'.

"What did you say?" I ask, my jaw tight for a completely different reason now.

"Huh? About the police?"

"No, someone broke into your apartment?" I take a step back and peer up towards her window. "What happened? Are you hurt?" I swallow down more bile.

"No, I'm fine. They were gone by the time we got back but the place was completely trashed."

"What did they take?"

"Nothing as far as we can tell."

"They were coming for you." I rub my knuckles across my forehead. I need to call Silver here now, before the cops rock up for whatever pathetic, half-assed investigation they're going to do (if they show up at all). Before that, we need to take a look around and see if we can find anything.

The omega lets out a frustrated sigh. "That's what Axel said too."

"For once, he's right. Doesn't happen very often but … You can't come back to this apartment, Bea."

"I know, Axel also said that. He's offered to let me stay here."

No. No fucking way. That isn't happening.

"I imagine you want your own space though, right?"

"It's very nice of him to have us–"

"But, yes, you would. It's sorted then. We're going to find you your own apartment. Somewhere secure and safe. Leave it with me, sweetheart."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure, sweetheart. I don't mess around about serious matters like this."

"Okay then." I picture her chewing on her lip in that way she does when she's unsure. "But nowhere fancy. It needs to be affordable."

I snort. "We're not setting you up in some shithole."

"I'm serious, Hardy."

"So am I." I sense she's going to argue with me on this one, so I decide it's time to end the call. Besides, I want to get Silver here as soon as possible. "We'll get on it," I tell her. "We'll have something sorted by the end of the day." I don't want her spending another night at the York place. "I'll be in touch. Keep safe, Bea."

I hang up and call Silver immediately.

He arrives fifteen minutes later.

"Have you been in?" he asks me, glancing up at Bea's apartment.

"No, I thought you'd want me to wait."

"Yeah," he says, nodding and rubbing his chin.

"What did the two goons say?"

There were meant to be two of Silver's men watching Bea's apartment around the clock, ensuring her safety. Neither of them reported a break-in. Silver's been roasting their asses all the way over here.

"The omega left the apartment at about six last night."

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