Ander put the Alphas on one and the Omegas on the other, wisely keeping them separated in case any of the feral Alphas escaped their restraints.
I swallow. “Do you need me to go with my brother? Or could you use my help here?” I ask, holding Ander’s gaze. “I owe you a debt for helping to clean up this mess. And it feels wrong to leave in the middle of the process, especially when my familiarity with Bariloche Sector might still prove useful. But if you need more muscle on the jet carrying my twin, that’s where I’ll go.”
The Andorra Sector Alpha considers me for a long moment. “You’re right. You’re more valuable here. But I’ll understand if you need to accompany your brother.” He glances at Sven before returning his focus to me. “It’s what I would be tempted to do in your situation.”
I run my fingers through my hair, my gaze flicking around the field and all the various groups of Omegas. “There’s not much I can do for my brother at the moment. We found him. Now he needs medical intervention.”
Assuming that will even be able to help him.
His snarling face populates my mind, making me wince deep within.
Joseph didn’t recognize me at all. Hell, I wasn’t even sure he knew his own name anymore, let alone mine.
I shake my head, clearing it. “There’s not much I can do for him on that jet other than knock him back out… which I really don’t want to do.”
Ander nods, understanding flashing in his golden eyes. “Then you’ll help here. Besides, it’ll be useful having another pilot on standby should we need one.”
Elias claps his hand on my shoulder. “Let’s start with Carlos’s newest ‘shipment,’?” he says, referring to the last group we found in Carlos’s underground bunkers. “They should be the easiest to question in terms of their history and how they arrived here. Then we’ll work backward from there.”
My gaze instantly goes to the little treasure wrapped up in a blanket. “Sounds good to me.”
I let Elias take the lead, aware that the Omegas will be more comfortable with him due to his status as a mated Alpha.
Of course, being mated means little in Bariloche Sector, thanks to Carlos’s former policies. He actively advocated the sharing of mated Omegas, primarily to punish the Alphas who claimed them.
The Alphas under his command, anyway.
Alphas like my brother.
The only way to break a bond between X-Clan mates was to kill the Alpha. Alas, the Omega often went insane as a result.
So Carlos chose to hold the Alphas in his dungeons while exploiting their Omega mates.
It was sick and twisted and fucking wrong. Being part of the team to take him down did little to assuage my guilt of my association with the bastard.
Most X-Clan sectors saw me as Bariloche Sector’s second-in-command, similar to Elias being Ander’s Second in Andorra Sector. It wasn’t my real title, as Carlos refused to name a Second. He considered me a general.
Alas, that distinction wouldn’t matter to most of my kind. The affiliation and notoriety was very much there, and absolutely tainted my identity in our world.
Word would soon spread of my involvement in today’s events, how I helped two other Sector Alpha’s take down Carlos.
I have no idea what that means for my reputation, or where I’ll even be welcome to live.
As it stands right now, I have no home. Mainly because I just helped Ander and Elias burn it to the ground.
I fight the urge to shuffle my feet, instead choosing to listen as Elias introduces himself—and me—to the group of Omegas huddled with my little tesoro.
She’s the only one without clothes, suggesting she was delivered to Carlos in that state.
“Can you share your name, please? As well as what sector you’re from?” Elias continues, his voice gentle as he takes a knee before the four Omegas.
Rather than kneel or squat behind him, I go and sit next to the Omega I carried out of the bunker.
She glances at me but doesn’t try to move away, just watches as I extend my legs and cross them at the ankles. Resting my palms behind me on the ground, I lean back and meet her curious stare.
She shivers, causing me to reach out and more firmly wrap the blanket around her svelte form. It’s such a natural response, one I realize might be intrusive a second too late.
But she doesn’t seem bothered by it. Actually, her lips tilt a little upward in response, suggesting the opposite.
