“Does anyone in your pack hate vampires?”I asked.
“I told you, my Omega is mated to one a lot deadlier than you. No one gives a fuck about your fangs. They’re going to be nice to you because you’re my mate, and mated Alphas are notoriously nice to people who treat their mates well.”
“Takes the edge off your assholeishness?”
“Sure does.”
He kissed the top of my head.
I was almost disturbed by how much I loved it.
The elevator stopped again, on the floor Maverick had hit the button for.
“This is us,” he told everyone, and the crowd parted.A few of the wolves sent us on our way with wishes of good luck.
“Do they know about Harper?”I asked him as we walked down a new-to-me hallway.
“They do. It would be dangerous to have a turned vampire here without warning them, and I don’t keep secrets like that from the pack.”
“That’s fair. Is she safe, though?”
“This is probably the only safe place in the world for her right now.”
Emotion made my throat swell again.
I would never forget the way her mother had ordered Timber to kill her. I just hoped she didn’t remember it.
Seeing her mom one last time before she died had seemed necessary, but if she wasn’t dead, that was a memory that could hurt her for the rest of her life.
“Thank you for helping her.”
“Technically, Rhone made the call, and he’s the one who’s been feeding her.”
“You would do the same.”
“I wouldn’t let anyone else put their fangs in my throat, Bloom. Not even Harper. My wolf wouldn’t allow it.”
Maverick opened a door in the middle of the hallway. It was made of metal, but not silver.
I slipped through, finding myself in what looked like an observation room straight out of a TV show. It was small, with a large viewing window that had a tabletop running the length of it. There were a few chairs in front of the tabletop.
Rhone sat on one of them, next to the man who had helped Rhone tackle Maverick out of the room when I was in the cage. He looked over at us with a grin and a wave.
“Hey, Bloom. Nice to officially meet you. I’m Nolan, the pack’s Omega.”
When I stepped closer, something about the air around him felt calmer.
“Nice to meet you too. I’m not sure what I technically am. Please tell me the Alpha’s mate doesn’t have a title.” I finally lifted my gaze toward the viewing window, and went still when I did.
Harper was sitting on the edge of a simple, firm-looking bed. The sheets and blankets that must’ve been on it were torn and scattered through the room, and there were patches of blood on her skin and many of the other surfaces. All she had on was a black tank top and cotton shorts in the same shade, both of which had visible blood stains on them as well.
But she was alive.
Her expression was dark, but she didn’t look devolved. She looked... sad.
My eyes stung.
A man was sitting beside her. His dark hair was a wavy mess that reminded me of a surfer’s. His light brown skin was on display, since he was wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts, and I couldn’t see his face.
