All that work, all that money, and it could all be unraveled in an instant if we couldn’t get ahead of this story.
As if on cue, my thoughts were interrupted by the television coming to life after a soap opera ended. To our dismay, even though the conversation about the massacre might have ceased, the stations were still buzzing about the possibility of an omega existing among the Keller pack.
The newscaster’s voice filled the room, her words dripping with excitement. “Could it be true? A rare arctic wolf omega hidden among the powerful Keller pack. Speculation runs wild as more and more sources claim to have seen the elusive beauty.”
“Fuck!” I growled, every muscle in my body locking up.
Liza was now a prisoner at our estate. If she stepped foot outside, a reporter could zoom in on her, and before we even knew what happened, her face would be on every TV screen in Texas.
I shuddered at the thought of Dennis Felter and any other horny male hunting her down. Depending on the sheer number of men who figured out she was here, we might not be able to hold them back. After all, Liza’s pheromones were strong, and being under this much stress didn’t help. Based on my own experience with her scent, even the holiest of virgin saints would find themselves completely overtaken by the smell of her, and they’d stop at nothing to rip her clothes from her body and have their way with her.
“Fuck!” I said again as I flipped the TV off and tossed the remote onto Dad’s desk. “I can’t stand this. Surely there’s something else we could do to be proactive. Is there anyone else we could call?”
“I almost forgot to tell you.” Dad looked up from his computer screen. “I reached out to the pack who took Castro in when he was a child.”
“Really?” This could be interesting. “Were they aware they practically adopted a psychopath?”
Dad scoffed. “Not quite. The current alpha said that when Castro came to them, he only told them that he was running away from his abusive parents. He showed them scrapes and bruises that were, no doubt, from his tirade the day the Wylde pack was slaughtered.”
“And they believed him?”
“They had no reason not to. No one knew about the Wylde pack, so they had no reason to believe he was lying. They took him in and made him one of their own. Unfortunately, to this day, they had no knowledge of what truly led Castro to their doors.”
That sneaky son of a bitch. I had to give Castro credit, he knew how to manipulate anyone to get what he wanted. “So, the alpha couldn’t give you any more information on Castro?”
“Correct.” Dad answered a text on his phone before turning his attention back to me. “It goes without saying, but I highly doubt anyone from his former pack is currently helping him. The alpha seemed genuinely surprised that Castro wasn’t who he claimed to be. They haven’t seen or heard from him in years.”
Great. Our options for finding Castro’s accomplices, or any connections to him for that matter, were dwindling.
As I stared at my phone, wondering what keywords to use for my next round of searches, Dad’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen before putting it on speaker and motioning for me to close the door. It was Hiram, one of the last people I was interested in speaking with.
“Hey there, old friend.”
Dad rolled his eyes. “What can I help you with today, Hiram?” Sarcasm dripped from his words.
“I always knew you were a shady bunch of motherfuckers, considering some of our past deals. You know, before you went clean. But I never thought you were capable of mass murder.” Hiram chuckled and coughed, no doubt sucking on one of his cigars. “I guess I need to be taking notes, since you’re obviously the master.”
Dad sighed. “I deny any and all of those allegations, Hiram.”
Hiram laughed again, but this time he didn’t choke on his own saliva. “Of course, you do. And why would I question your stance? I’m not one to judge. As a matter of fact, I’m actually calling about something else entirely.”
“What is it?” Dad shot me a look of frustration.
“I’m calling to discuss the omega.”
I froze at the mention of Liza.
“Is it true?” Hiram asked, his voice heavy with curiosity. “Did you really kidnap an omega?”
“Those allegations are false, Hiram. You should know that it’s all a myth, anyway.” Dad’s voice was cold and stern.
“Ah, but I’ve heard whispers that your son’s future mate is a natural blonde. A lone, arctic wolf amongst a pack of brown and black.”
What the hell was he getting at? I didn’t trust the bastard as far as I could throw him, and that wasn’t very far.
“It would be best to not go there, Hiram.” Dad stood, the vein on his neck protruding.
“Do you know how much I could make selling off some omega snatch?” Hiram’s laugh made my skin to crawl with rage. He whistled. “I’d make a fucking killing. I could retire from the casino business three times over.”
