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The room is filled with silence, except for the sound of our heavy breathing. I need a drink…or ten. But more than that, my heart aches for the safe return of Willow and Aubrey, where they truly belong. With us.
They’re never going anywhere alone ever again after this. I hope they’re prepared to have one of the alphas up their asses at all times.
“We need to figure out how Tony and Sal planned this and what the end result is supposed to be. With the ability to view his emails, we can conduct a thorough search for any communication between them, allowing us to determine when and where this all began. What happens from here and how we get our girls back.” We all huddle closely behind Chandler, our eyes fixed on his fingers as they move at lightning speed across the keyboard, typing on his computer.
“Holy shit. Tony started emailing constantly after hours, right at the time Wesley presented as an omega,” Chandler whispers.
“Why wait till now, then? And why Willow?“ I say, my words hanging in the air.
As Chandler clicks through some emails, he absentmindedly mumbles under his breath. “What the fuck?”
“Does that really say what I think it says?” Dane whispers, squinting at the small print on the screen. His anger is so intense that it radiates off him like powerful waves.
“Yup,” Nash sighs, the sound filled with exasperation.
“What? I can’t see with you three big assholes huddled in front of me.”
“Tony mentioned to Sal that Wesley was an omega, but his sons showed no interest in a male omega. Tony told him he’d be in contact when Willow presented. The day after that happened, he let Sal know, and they made an agreement.” Chandler looks at me with disgust clear in his eyes.
“What agreement? Why would a parent promise their child to someone like that? Times have changed, and it’s not the eighteen forties anymore.”
“It appears that Tony misappropriated funds to finance their house, cars, and essentially his entire way of life. Sal found out about it, and instead of pressing charges, he came up with a different plan.” Chandler informs me, and my stomach drops at the thought of what that means.
“So he chose to sell his own flesh and blood?” I can’t help but shout, my body trembling with shock as I process the disturbing news. I’m not even a parent and this has my stomach turning.
“Pretty much.”
“I’m going to fucking murder him,” Dane growls.
“Wait until Randy, Trina, and Zack find out. It is hard to believe that they were aware of this situation and were in agreement with it. He’s going to lose his pack, his home, his freedom.” Chandler searches through some more emails.
“His life,” Nash adds.
“Good!” Dane snaps. “That fucking asshole doesn’t deserve shit all. Makes sense why he’s wanted us to stay away from her all these years. It has nothing to do with the fact we were friends or that we’re older. It’s because he fucking sold her already. And he didn’t want us getting in the way of that.”
“So now what do we do?” It’s great and all that we know the who and why, but we still have to figure out where they took the girls and how we get them back without help from the police.
Nash and Dane are downstairs making something for us to eat while Chandler is frozen in the same spot, clicking relentlessly through every piece of correspondence in Tony’s email. He doesn’t want to miss anything. His right hand is on the mouse, clicking and scrolling, while his left hand holds a pen, and he jots things down, making notes of a clear paper trail.
As proof of it all, their printer had a stack of documents neatly printed and stacked. I’m genuinely amazed that they haven’t run out of ink yet.
I’m reclining on the couch, my eyes shut tight, as I focus on slowing down my heart rate and taking deep, steady breaths. This is one of those times my parents would ridicule me for being a sorry excuse of an alpha. Alphas confidently take control of situations, mapping out plans and leading the way. I feel a surge of panic, my palms becoming sweaty and my thoughts scattered. Some people experience panic attacks, but for me, it’s like my mind goes completely blank when I get overwhelmed.
It’s why Nash volunteered to go make some food. He knows if I have something else to focus on I’ll relax. I just can’t focus on the task at hand; finding my mates because the problem is too large, I need to calm down and dissect it. It’s like trying to solve a puzzle, but I need to have a clear view of all the pieces.
My heart skips a beat as the computer unexpectedly dings, jolting me out of my thoughts. “What the hell was that?” I get up and hurry over to Chandler’s side.
“Tony just got a new email from Sal.”
“Open it,” I snap, my voice sharp and commanding.
“I will,” he said, his voice filled with determination. “But look,” he adds, pointing toward the screen. We watch as a second cursor moves across the screen, hitting the open button and scrolling through the email.
“Is that Tony?”
“Has to be. Unless someone else has hacked his email. We’re watching him open the email remotely. We’ll be able to see as he replies, too.”
The email is Sal telling Tony that his sons are throwing a small party tomorrow night to present their omega to their closest family and friends. Willow had a compelling motive to appear presentable, and Tony’s invitation explicitly stated that he must come by himself.
