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I growled at the disrespectful lack of title. “Alpha Wynn is tied up with pack matters.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Wynn closing in. I held up my hand to signal I had it handled, and he followed Alaric. “How can I help you, Councilman Raza?”

“Unfortunately, the Council has decided that the unprecedented absence of an heir from your pack is an issue. And, given your past, many have reservations about your unit.”

I fought the urge to shift. “With all due respect, I don’t have time for games, Councilman, so whatever you’re trying to say, spit it out.”

“Well, I suggest you free up your schedule because two representatives are on their way to test your mate for themselves,” Councilman Raza said in a side voice.

“You can’t just show up unannounced and expect—”

“Oh, but we can. Read the contract. Your Omega is under your pack’s protection, but any Omega pup produced from the union is ours. We are simply ensuring the safety of unborn life. Expect their arrival in seventy-two hours.”

The line went dead.

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“You were supposed to be guarding the east,” Alaric growled. “What do you mean you can’t remember? How do you fall asleep in the middle of the fucking day!”

Alaric’s shoulders and chest doubled in size, his wolf on the verge of a shift, when I entered the interrogation room. Wynn glanced my way, and I shook my head. His jaw ticked as he turned back to the questioning.

“I don’t know how it happened, Commander.”

“Who were you working with?”

The young Enforcer’s eyes widened. “What?”

Alaric picked up a surgical blade. “I won’t ask a second time. This isn’t just some female; she’s my mate, and I will get her back.”

Fear flashed in the Enforcer’s eyes as he looked to me and Wynn for help. “Please . . . I would never—”

Valor opened the door with a bang and stepped aside, allowing Winnie to drag a disheveled Laris into the room.

“I think she has something to say.” Winnie’s voice was as cold and hard as Wynn’s. She yanked the female to her knees with a force that surprised me. “Tell them.”

Wynn stepped forward, the room chilling by several degrees, and narrowed his eyes at Laris. “You have ten seconds before we put you in that chair.”

Laris’s eyes darted to the torture instruments and a feral-looking Alaric, and she went pale. Winnie jerked her shoulder.

“Five seconds,” Wynn announced in a voice that promised pain.

“They’re unsanctioned,” she blurted out. “The wolves that took that filthy breeder—” Winnie snarled, and Laris flinched. “They’re unsanctioned.”

Wynn crouched in front of her. “And how did unsanctioned wolves make it past my security and onto pack territory?”

“I let them in,” she whispered. There was a brief pause, and then her face hardened. She raised her chin, defiantly meeting Wynn’s eyes. “They wanted her, and you gave me no other choice. I wasn’t going to sit back and watch everything I’ve worked for be given to females who aren’t even our packmates! The Omegas don’t belong here!”

“Where did they go?” I asked, ignoring her outburst. Finding Isolde was all that mattered.

“I don’t know. I just wanted her gone. I didn’t care what happened after.”

My blood boiled, red staining the edges of my vision.

“I’ve heard enough,” I said.

“Valor, take Laris to the cells until we figure out an appropriate punishment,” Wynn ordered, not sparing the woman another glance. “Alaric, gather a team. We’re going hunting.”

Chapter 25

Isolde

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