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I hung my head. I knew this was my choice, given the options I had, but I felt…

Conflicted. Because the base part of mewantedto finish it. I wanted more of the way he tasted and smelled. I craved it beyond any reasonable desire. But the thought of doing it now just made me want to curl up.

“On second thought,” Derek said. “I think a clean start tomorrow will be better.”

I looked up, shock rolling through me. His hands were nowhere near his belt, and I couldn’t interpret the look on his face. Nick lifted me to my feet. “Then it’s time to put you away.”

CHAPTER SIX

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SEBASTIAN

The relief in the Omega’s eyes made my chest ache. I knew exactly why Derek had changed his mind, and it was going to be the hardest part of this. The charade we had to play between our instincts and the reality of what was happening.

The roles we were playing to save a lot of fucking people, and not knowing if we could trust this beautiful woman with that information. If we assumed she was trustworthy based on scent alone, and she wasn’t? Three years of work could disappear overnight.

Since she wouldn’t tell us the truth about it, we didn’t have a choice, and I was losing my mind. Because this Omega drove my instincts crazy, and we’d only known her for a few hours. I could have torn Delano’s head off earlier for evensuggestinghis vile desires were meant for Selena.

But as soon as he’d said it was time to finish the job, her scent turned so bitter it made me choke. She was terrified and had every right to be. We weren’t going to hurt her, but there were plenty of people who would. I just hoped when we were able to tell her the truth that she would forgive the deception and understand what we needed to do in order to keep her and other Omegas safe from monsters like Delano.

Which was why we gave her a tracker. Because we didn’t know who she was, but she was our scent match and we would protect her regardlesss, until she gave us a reason not to.

Nick had her by the arm, her hands cuffed behind her back, and now that we were in our own home, I had a chance to really look at her. Curvy and soft, with thighs and ass that I wanted to dig my fingers into and bite. Fuck, I wanted to spank her and watch her skin turn pink. I knew I would, but just the thought of it had me hard.

And once again, we came back to the crux of the problem. We gave her as much of a choice as we could, given the situation, because we wouldn’t force her hand in the way our guests downstairs would. And if we’d discovered her where she said she woke up, before everyone saw her, we wouldn’t have to do anything but lock her away until this was over.

But ChristopherfuckingDelano was here, and now we had to train her. If he didn’t see us doing it, and if he thought for even a fraction of a second that we weren’t who we said we were, everything could come tumbling down like a house of cards.

With everything in my body, I wished we hadn’t agreed to let him stay here for the next two weeks. We needed to because the apartment he was staying with was packed to the gills with state-of-the-art surveillance equipment. Virtually undetectable, so while he purchased our Betas and arranged for the transfer of merchandise, we could have direct proof of his crimes.

That was the heart of what we discovered. There were tentacles and arms of this operation, but the biggest piece was masterminded by Delano. Once we took him down, seventy percent of the country’s Omega trafficking would crumble into dust, and a greater world network would be severely damaged. And as much as I loathed having to put the mission above myself and my pack, so many Omega lives couldn’t be ignored.

“Let’s go,” Nick said. He was being gentle with her, but I doubted she would feel it. She would also think that what Derek said—that every slave we’d eversoldhad completed the training—meant that we trained them.

We didn’t. The Betas trained with each other. We knew the methods, but again, we weren’t slavers. Until now, I supposed.

He led her into the depths of our apartment, to a room that was for show and had never been used until her. A large room. One side was a big fireplace with comfy armchairs and a bar. The other side was a cage.

Floor to ceiling steel bars and various things inside the enclosure. A bed surrounded with a steel frame someone could be bound to. A spanking bench with so many adjustable bits I hesitated to call it a bench, and a fucking machine.

I would be a damn liar if I said the things inside the cage didn’t interest me. We were who we were, and all three of us were kinky fuckers. But we wanted the woman we tied down eager to be there.

Selena gasped when we entered the room, automatically cringing away from the cage. Nick pointed to the side of the room and unhooked the cuffs from each other. “The bathroom is in there. Go ahead.”

She didn’t hesitate. The three of us waited in silence, though I knew we were all dying to say something. Once she was taken care of, we would talk.

Derek went to the fireplace and lit it. The person we had come clean the apartment—also an agent—kept the fireplace ready to light. We had to keep up appearances in case we needed to bring someone in at a moment’s notice. Like this.

When Selena came out, she glanced at the fire and the chairs. I saw something in her eyes I couldn’t identify before Nick extended an arm toward the open door of the cage. Her head dropped, but she went.

“On the bed,” he said.

Selena looked at the bed for a few seconds before she moved, and Nick followed her, quickly taking her cuffs and attaching them to the chains at the corners of the steel frame. These would allow her a little movement, but keep her where we wanted her. The padlocks weren’t something she could get out of, and neither were the cuffs.

They clinked together as she settled in the middle of the mattress, arms around her knees. “Master?”

I loved hearing that word from her lips even as I hated the resignation in her voice. “Yes?” I asked.

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