Page 80 of Hunting Their Omega

Wynn was outside with the others, making sure the Council left Hidden Creek without any unnecessary stops.

Councilman Raza wasn’t pleased with the test results, and Rollo even less so. The tension in the air before they left was enough to put me in a battle of wills with my wolf.

I didn’t like how they looked at Isolde as if she were a failure. It was enough to reveal the true nature of their feelings toward Omegas. It also made me wonder.

Why had no member of the Council taken an Omega of their own?

For wolves who seemed so sure that the Goddess revered them enough to make them the sole protectors of Omegas, they had never taken part in Her blessing. Why?

Their actions could be considered pious, but I knew better. Raza and Rollo had the look of men firmly seated at the helm of a population they were revolted by. The councilmen did nothing to hide their belief that Omegas were inferior, even while preaching they were a blessing.

It was not simply bigotry. Whatever this was, it was insidious.

I headed back inside and found Isolde sitting on the couch in the living room with her brow furrowed. She didn’t notice when I walked in, lost in whatever thoughts put that pensive look on her face.

I sat next to her and ran a finger over her worry lines. “Dinner for your thoughts.”

“Dinner? That’s a pretty steep price for a couple of sentences.”

“I’d like to think of it as motivation.”

She snorted. “Sure.”

I raised my brow at her obvious avoidance of the question. She glanced at me and then back at her hands before sighing. Something clenched in my gut at her hesitation.

“What’s wrong?” I murmured, already filtering through the possibilities, preparing myself for a host of issues.

“It might be nothing . . . but I overheard Councilman Rollo say something strange.”

“Strange how?”

She worried her lip, and I covered her hand with mine, intertwining our fingers.

“Whatever you heard, it sounds important,” I said. “Tell me, and we’ll figure it out together.”

“It might be better if you’re all here to hear it.”

“Okay, let me get Wynn and Alaric.”

I searched the house and found Alaric ending his comm call. One look at my face had him frowning.

“Everything all right?” he asked, pocketing the small device.

“Not sure. Isolde wants to speak to us about something she overheard Rollo say.”

“And I bet it’s not good.”

I leaned against the wall. “Judging by the look on her face, I wouldn’t bet on it.”

“Shit.” He whipped out his comm unit, alerting Wynn. It beeped with a response almost immediately. “Wynn will be here in a few.”

I jutted my chin toward his comms. “What happened with Leighton and his Witch?”

“Escaped safely off the grounds. No run-ins.”

“At least one thing went right today.”

“We’ll see.” His mouth was a hard line. “Leighton said the witch’s potion should wear off in about an hour, but I still want to take Isolde to Korren to confirm.”

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