Because if she really was dead… if I’d really lost my omega forever…
I cut the thought off immediately. I refused to go down that road.
“Well, that was brutal,” a deep voice said beside me, letting out a chuckle.
I glanced over at the stranger who’d finally made his way to our side. The one who had been watching me all night.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“See me after,” Dimitri said, squeezing my shoulder before stepping away. It grounded me, reminding me I wasn’t alone.
“What the fuck do you want?” I snapped again. My body was tired, my mind a mess, this was the last thing I wanted to do. Small talk was not my thing.
He raised his brows again, showcasing his green eyes. They were uncomfortably similar to mine.
This time my voice was quiet. “Who the fuck are you?”
“I see you’re as charismatic as they say,” he said mildly. The alpha had a way of holding himself that screamed money, but also an edge of danger. “Name’s Ronan. Ronan Crow.”
I stared blankly. If he thought it would hold weight with me, it didn’t.
“Tough crowd,” Ronan sighed. “Alright, cutting right to it, then. We’re brothers. Half, to be exact.”
I shook my head. “You don’t know me or my family.”
“That’s where we disagree,” he said quietly. “I saw your face and knew.”
“Why should I care about a family that’s never said a fucking thing to me?”
He smiled sadly. “That we agree on.”
I turned to walk away, but he followed.
“I’m not going anywhere until you hear me out.”
“You’ll be waiting a long fucking time.”
Yet, something about him stopped me from telling him to fuck off completely. Maybe it was the side of me that had severe daddy issues.
“I could leave,” he said. “But I think we can help each other.”
I snapped at his words, slamming him against the wall, my forearm at his throat.
“You think you can fucking help me? The cops just told me my omega, my scent match who’s been missing for four fucking years, is dead. I don’t even get the courtesy of proof. Oh, and tonight? I’m going to kill her mother.”
“I assume you have a reason,” he choked out, still just as calm as he was before.
“She sold her.”
“What if I told you I could make that clean? Make sure nothing traces back to you?”
I released him slowly, eyes narrowing but he had me hooked now.
“Tell me more,” I demanded.
“Join me in my car,” he said as he adjusted his suit and glanced around. “We’ll talk privately.”
I realized what I’d admitted to and grimaced. The asshole had a point. Deep down, I knew the cop’s words were full of lies, and I needed a chance to find the truth.
