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The alarm I’d set on my phone chirped and I pulled it from my pocket with a frown before glancing at Jordan. “Beta Mills needs to add to the order.”
“The fuck?” Jordan scowled at the cart like it had personally offended him. “This is what beta bitches should be doing, but they’re so fucking stupid they can’t be left alone, so men have to handle it. It’ll be a better world when the High Alpha takes over.”
“Absolutely,” I agreed, the lie tasting like shit on my tongue. It was more like the High Alpha was paranoid that the female population of his hellscape would find out life was better outside the walls of the compound and never return.
Jordan grunted in agreement.
I frowned at my phone, an idea sparking. “I’m having a hard time getting reception. I’m gonna run outside and call Mills. Grab more flour.”
“Fucking flour,” Jordan griped, glaring at a pair of beta women who came down the aisle. “Do you whores know where the flour is?”
One gasped and the other’s eyes went wide as they stared aghast at him.
Gritting my teeth, I forced myself to keep walking before I punched his teeth down his throat. The worst part of this job was acting like I agreed with the bullshit these guys spewed.
Women were put on earth to serve men. Men were the superior sex. Alphas should be worshiped and omegas bartered like trading cards. It was a beta’s role to maintain the balance while accepting a subservient role to their alpha leaders.
Utter fucking bullshit.
Hurrying outside, I stepped around the corner of the building and opened the encrypted app on the phone, logging in my password before opening the call center and tapping the first number saved.
“Honeywell Farms,” the chipper voice greeted. “How may I direct your call?”
“This is Agent Jude Morris-Dutton, badge number six-five-delta-four. Connect me with Senior Agent Dutton.”
The voice changed instantly, all business now. “One moment, sir.”
The phone clicked over, and Crew answered on the first ring with a growl. “What the fuck?—”
“Plan’s changed,” I cut him off without waiting.
He paused. “Meaning?”
“We have to go tonight,” I replied in a clipped tone, turning to make sure Jordan hadn’t followed me outside. He was as dumb as a bag of rocks, and I could see the manager kicking his sorry ass out for the way he’d spoken to those women.
He growled again, this time with an edge of pissed-off alpha energy, and the sound almost made me flinch. “What? No. Jude, we don’t have the resources in place?—”
“Dammit, Crew, we’re fucking doing this tonight,” I snapped, cutting off my CO. Was it a breach of protocol? Technically. But Crew Dutton was also the leader of my pack, and I was willing to risk his prickly ass forgiving me for the slip.
Besides, I was desperate.
Those big hazel eyes were seared into my mind’s eye.
I wouldn’t let this happen to her. I wouldn’t watch her be broken again, this time irrevocably. It made me sick to know how long this had gone on, and I couldn’t push it off in the name of the greater good any longer.
Was stopping a homegrown terrorist cult important to the country?
Absolutely.
But I wouldn’t let Hazel pay the price for that. Not any more.
Crew covered the mouthpiece and shouted something, probably to the rest of our team, which, conveniently enough, was also our pack.
A second later he was back. “Okay, you’re on speaker, Jude.”
I exhaled and pinched the bridge of my nose. “That asshole is planning on mating her tonight. He’s got a big fucking ceremony in the works and the culmination is everyone getting to watch him rape and force-bond her.”
“The fuck?” Kellan exploded. I could practically picture the alpha seething as he paced around the room we used at the local police department.
