Page 39 of Hunting Their Omega

A shifter and their wolf were two sides to the same coin. We were not as separate as some liked to think. To keep us apart was to deny the shifter the other half of their soul. How could they deprive the Omegas from shifting?

We need to check on our mate, my wolf said, coming to the same realization.

I had to see for myself that her wolf was unharmed.

“Yes. We need to see her wolf,” I said.

“It may be better if it’s just you the first time,” Alaric suggested.

Shocked, I held his stare. “Why me?”

My mind moved a mile a minute, thinking of all the things that could go wrong—most of which I didn’t think I could handle on my own. Bishop was better with emotions, and if her wolf was scared . . .

“You’re the Alpha,” Bishop said. “Her wolf will respond to you instinctually. Just let yours lead.”

Before I could respond, a video call bleated through the comms system.

It was the Council.

Bishop and Alaric waited silently offscreen, ready to listen to every word.

Wiping the frown off my face, I fixed my features in a mask of cool indifference.

Why in the Goddess were they contacting me? There were still three months until the next Hunt.

I answered, and Councilman Raza’s face filled the screen. He wore his gray hair in his signature slicked-back style, and his black eyes glittered with mild amusement.

“Councilman, I didn’t expect to hear from you. Is everything well?” I asked.

“Very well, Alpha Wynn. We were just checking in on our newest placement. How is Hidden Creek adjusting?”

I knew why he was asking, but it still grated on my nerves.

The Council held our pack’s past over our heads like the blade of a guillotine.

“My mate and pack are very well.”

He smirked. Arrogant bastard. “Wonderful to hear. My fellow councilman was quite impressed with Hidden Creeks’ turnaround. Glad to hear this time seems to be different.”

My jaw clenched. A spark of annoyance flared down the bond, courtesy of Bishop and Alaric.

“Is there another reason for your call?” I snapped, annoyed.

His smirk only widened. “You don’t like having your time wasted, and neither do I, so I’ll cut to the chase. Do you need to schedule a visit to one of our clinics?”

For a moment, I was confused. Then, the nature of his question hit me like a baseball bat to the head.

They were keeping tabs on Isolde—on us.

“Our mate is not pregnant if that’s what you’re asking, Councilman. And just in case you weren’t aware, Hidden Creek is well equipped to handle the birthing process, so when she is with child, we’ll have no use for your facilities.”

His smile faltered. “Right. And where is the Omega?”

How dare he question me about my mate!

“With her pack.” My tone was biting even to my own ears. “As she should be.”

That earned me a frown. “Alpha Wynn, I feel it is my duty to discourage you from leaving your Omega around unmated males. It could cause a stir. It’s best to keep them—”

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