Page 45 of Shattered Omega: Part Two

I didn’t know what I was doing or where I was going. I just had to get as far away as possible. There were two alphas crammed into the single passenger seat of my Bugatti. The one with dark skin and piercing yellow eyes clutched the other in his arms as if he’d never let go. The second was vacant, with a sightless gaze and blood smearing his face and chest.

Dead…

All of the others were dead…

It was all I could think, fixated on the road as I felt that alpha’s eyes weighing me down. I reached for the air conditioning only to realise it was already on full blast. The air in here was still too hot.

I drove until we were deep into New Oxford, then parked in a back alley near a local club I frequented. Tugging out my phone,I scrolled to a number I’d thought I would never need. One of my cousins had given me this contact, in case I ever got in trouble with my dad. He was a hacker that didn’t work the regular channels and wouldn’t be on my dad’s radar.

I jumped when I heard a voice answer the call.

“Yeh?”

“I’m Ransom Kingsman. I need to hire you.”

“What’s the job?”

“I…” I trailed off, glancing over at the two alphas. One was still vacant while the other watched me intently, piercing yellow eyes guarded.

“I… I need help.” My heart was racing, my mind sluggish. “Or they’re… they’re going to die if I c-can’t…” I trailed off, panic seizing me.

There was a pause, and then I heard loud typing on the other end of the phone. “Alright man. One sec. I’m pulling in my pack mate. He’s going to talk you through it while I do the work.”

“No one else can know.”My voice cracked with desperation.

“No one but me and him. That’s how this works, alright?”

I nodded, then realised he couldn’t see me. “Okay.”

There was a long pause, then muffled voices. Finally, a new voice appeared on the other end of the line.

“Ransom, yeh?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“I’m Decebal. You’re going to talk me through this, and we’ll fix it. You said someone would die?”

“I’m with some alphas, b-but my dad can’t know.”

This was my fault…

The truth hit me.

This wasmyfault.

I’d shut the experiments down… I’d blown the whistle.

“You’re at The Crimson Bullet right now?”

I froze, terror seeping through my system. “How do you know that?”

“There’s a GPS tracker on your car. It’s not well hidden. If you didn’t know, I’m guessing it was Dad?”

“N-no…” My throat was closing. “But I went… He’s going to know where I was?—”

“Back it up. Where do you want him thinking you were?”

“New Oxford… Here at the club. C-can you do that?”

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