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The kind he used to throw around back when he was drinking.
Whatever that witch did to insulate him against his sensitivities, it’s had an affect that looks similar to intoxication. I hold back a sigh. It’s helping him right now, so I won’t question it.
“Let’s go,” I tell him, making Cheryl wince.
Oscar moves out of the room ahead of us.
He leads us out the front door, to where the Alpha and his Betas are waiting by the gates.
Chapter Seventy-Six
Cheryl
Thecoolnightairdoes little to wake me from the grief-addled stupor I’ve been in since Mabel broke my bond to Oscar. I feel hazy as I follow Oscar and Everett towards the front gates, like this isn’t really happening right now. Like this is a dream, or a memory, or both.
Mabel cuts ahead of us before we reach the gates.
“I feel I should remind both parties here that any challenges cannot be issued or accepted until another twenty-four-hour period has passed,” she starts, with a warning tone in her voice. “That means 7 p.m. tomorrow night is the soonest a challenge can be issued.”
I see Everett’s jaw twitch. That Alpha’s already dead at his feet in his mind.
It’s going to feel like a long wait to get to that result, but he will get it.
I know he will. If he doesn’t, I will.
Either way, Oscar’s coming home with us as soon as possible.
“There is one more condition,” Mabel says, turning to the Alpha. “There is to be no marking, in any form, of this Omega until at least twenty-four-hours have passed. He’s not to be marked until then. Am I clear?”
The Alpha nods. “You have my word he won’t be marked.”
The word of a liar. Great.
Not that it matters. His mark will only last until he’s dead.
Then it’ll disappear like it never existed. Just like magic, because it is.
The witch puts an arm around Oscar. “He’s ready to go back to your territory.”
“If you hurt one hair on his head…,” Everett starts.
The Alpha throws up his hands. “I have no interest inharminghim.”
He sounds earnest about that, but there’s a glint in his eye that seems to suggest he has other plans for Oscar. My stomach churns at that idea. Omegas are rare. Male Omegas are even rarer.
I look at the witch. “Make him promise to keep Oscar until at least twenty-four-hours are up.”
She frowns at me. As if she doesn’t know what I’m getting at.
I watch the Alpha’s expression carefully. He’s still wearing that blank poker face, but his eyes have gone stone fucking cold. He’s pissed off that I said that.
Oh, Goddess. Could that be it? He’s planning to sell our Omega?
“All right,” Mabel says. “It shouldn’t need to be said, but Oscar must be kept in your custody for the next twenty-four-hours. There’s to be no transfer of the Omega to another pack or person in that time.”
The tiniest flicker of something crosses the Alpha’s face. Anger, or irritation, I think.
“There will be no transfer of the Omega during that time,” he tells her.
