Page 45 of Omega's Reign

“Don’t make them rush, brother. One guy is nothing. We will surround him. He won’t escape.” Jordan cracks his neck, shaking out his body.

Beckett growls under his breath but he doesn’t respond. He knows as well as anyone that Jordan is right. One guy leaving isn’t going to change things.

Holly’s phone rings, echoing through the air and startling her. She jumps in her seat beside me and scrambles to pull the noisy device from her pocket. I pat her leg, trying to calm her down. There’s no reason to freak out by a noise. We’re not sneaking into the building just yet. It’s still a block away.

“It’s the Pack Regimes,” she says, staring at her phone screen.

“Go on. Answer it.” Beckett shifts in the seat. “We don’t need them calling over and over again.”

Especially because they don’t call often. They usually communicate through messages.

Jordan slows down, turning on a side street that winds around the back of the complex, gated in with brick walls. It’s a private apartment complex, and people need codes to get inside. It’s made it easier to monitor.

“What’s the emergency?” Holly asks, keeping her voice low. “It’s unlike you to call.”

“It seems we have a problem. There has been word that the Calico Proper region believes that your authoritative figures are crossing their borders. Do you know anything about this?” The familiar voice belongs to Spencer of Fire Valley, one of the desert territories on the other side of our region of Saint Vista.

“I have no—”

“You need to go back and verify they have your information correct, because we have permission. We have hired an outside security detail to join our court.” Beckett grabs the phone from Holly with his lie, glowering at it like he wishes he could break it open and punch Spencer in the face.

“More security detail? I thought you had everything in control. You know you need permission from the leaders to bring others into our region.” Spencer sounds annoyed, even more so than Beckett.

“We only needed two packs’ approval, and we got it from Gilded Sands and Shadow Palms. It’s not our fault that you were told otherwise,” Beckett says. “So excuse us. We have to finish up our census.”

Without waiting, Beckett hangs up the phone. He hands it back to Holly, his eyes narrowed with his anger.

Holly sighs. “That was definitely unnecessary. No other alpha would—”

A motorcycle revs its engine, drawing my attention to the outside of the car. That’s when I see Andrew aiming a gun at a man with a baseball hat.

The guy raises his hands, standing straighter.

Fuck.

What the hell is going on?

“Is that Spencer?” Holly asks, digging her fingers into my thigh.

“Jordan, drive,” Beckett commands. “Now!”

We don’t get a chance to move away from the curb before several men in uniforms rush from between other cars, coming from houses outside of the apartment complex.

“Get out of the vehicle,” Spencer says, a smile creeping over his lips.

It looks like Righteous Waters has already gotten to a member of the Pack Regimes.

This is worse than a trap. This is betrayal.

22

Never Break

Holly

“Alert my broth—” I startle as Spencer raises his gun and shoots, giving a warning shot.

I should’ve known that a neutral leader of the Pack Regimes could be persuaded to turn against me. He only cooperated with the shift in power because he had no choice otherwise.

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