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Ander drags a thumb over his bottom lip, the decision weighing heavily on him.
Having little choice, I lift my chin and answer, “I accept those terms, if you’re agreeable.”
“You have a week,” Ander responds. “We’ll renegotiate at that point should the girl not be in your custody by that time.”
Squaring my shoulders, I grin because I have no plans on letting this go on any longer than it already has. “Oh, I’ll catch her by then. I’ll be in touch soon.”
I end the communication with a click of a button on the small screen on my office desk.
“Fuck! I’m going to murder Stefan.”
My Third, Lucien, an Alpha also, stands in the doorway like a sentinel. Legs spread, arms folded over his broad chest. His recently cut hair draws attention to the scar across his collarbone from when we fought an attacking pack on our territory a few years ago. I placed him in charge of my warriors to lead my battles. He swore his loyalty to me after I saved him from a horde of undead when he was ten, and ever since, he’s been by my side. I trust him.
“Do you think Mihai lost a girl?” Lucien asks.
“I doubt it. He’s completed dozens of cargo deliveries. So what was special about this one?” I want to believe he didn’t have another agenda.
“What about Mad?”
I exhale a heavy breath. “Something’s not right with this delivery. I can feel it.” Mad’s always pushing the boundaries… Being my stepbrother, he thinks he can, except whatever game he’s playing at ends the moment he returns home.
Up on my feet, I move to stand by my window overlooking the grounds below.
We live in an ancient medieval fortress, the land barricaded with lofty stone walls to keep the zombies out and protect my pack. I glance out to the wooden shacks layering the land inside the castle walls. I welcome any wolf shifters in danger into my protection under one condition: They submit to me as their Alpha. In exchange, they gain food and shelter.
With that comes the need for resources. And this is why my partnership with Ander is crucial. He provides technology, vehicles, weapons, and much-needed medicine that we can’t otherwise acquire. It’s this trade that gives me the chance to protect those in my pack and gain an advantage over other warring packs wishing to claim my territory.
My father was an Alpha, and he ruled with an iron fist. He gained followers through fear. But in the end, those men betrayed him.
Lifting my hand to my neck instinctively, my fingers run over the scar starting at my collarbone and going all the up to the back of my ear. A little something from Father when I was eight for disobeying his order. He slashed me with a serrated blade as punishment.
“This is why you’ll never make Alpha. You had the chance to kill me and never took it.”
I ball my hands into fists, then turn to my Third.
“Get a group of Alphas together to hunt down that Omega and fix this fucking mess.”
