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“Do it,” Missy says.
“Incinerate.” Seb whispers.
Darion staggers and almost drops to his knees. A decade of research and all our work just went up in flames. A decade of his hate-fuelled revenge collecting, planning, and itemizing evidence to rid the city of these monsters is gone. But so are the hidden files on all the victims, so are the names and locations of children, of safe houses.
Darion is like a broken man. I can feel it through our bond. His life’s work is gone, his pack is held by the monster who destroyed him. He’s slipped into the shadows of his mind. We need him back.
A moment later, the comms die in our ears and go silent. I close my eyes for a moment to grasp the magnitude of what Seb just did.
We’re all locked out now. Nothing but Raven will be able to open anything. And only Sebastian knows who that is. Our hidden man, the only person alive trusted with the key to undoing this, and only if they judge it safe.
As we speak, a virus that Seb had designed as a fail-safe is corrupting every single drive, hardware, software, every piece of tech. All our information and files will be destroyed. Nothing will remain of Raptore security. And no one will come for us. The orders to stand down or flee will issue out in less than one hour. Their priorities will be the safety of the victims only.
We’re on our own. Exactly as we planned it.
I stare desperately at Missy while my mind races.
“Well, that was unfortunate, Sebastian. I always thought you were the level-headed one of the three of you. I can see I was mistaken.” The masked man growls.
“What do you want?” Darion snarls, a hint of himself coming back.
The masked man turns his back to me to face Darion. He reaches out a hand and cups Darion’s chin. Darion allows it. Bile races up into my mouth at the distress through the bond.
“I just want to see you the way I always have.” He leans in closer, brushing a kiss over Darion’s cheekbone in some perverse parody of intimacy. The contrast between Darion’s pale face and the nightmare mask makes me shudder. “Broken. Shattered. Destroyed.”
“Why?” Darion whispers.
“Why? Why not? I can do it. I can get away with it. Fuck, I can make a profit of it. You people are like rats, even in the filth, you breed. What does it matter if a few of you never make it home? Even an alpha as strong as you is still just filth. You have no breeding, no class. What does pain matter to you when you fight each other like vermin for a scrap of bread?”
I feel sick. These people, these foul fucking monstrous people.
I can’t allow this. I can’t be okay with this. There’s only one option left. Missy needs to run. If we can save her, it will all be worth it. Everything will be worth it.
I whirl, running up the wall, using every bit of strength to jump as high as I can to reach the control panel. My fingers graze the grating of the stairs, and I hoist myself up, rolling quickly onto the platform.
“Don’t shoot.” The man cries.
I ignore him, kick one of the guards hard in the stomach, pitch a second over the rail. My back is to the controls as I face down the other two. I glance wildly and slam my hands on the red button.
Nothing happens.
I slam my hand again and again. A fourth time has me turning just in time to see the perspex wall slide open with a quiet mechanical whir, and suddenly, our omega is free.
“RUN, MISSY!” I bellow.
I look down and meet her eyes, smiling so wide my face hurts, as the guard in front of me lifts his baton and swings at my head. By the time I see it, it’s too late. I don’t even try to protect myself. I just watch her.
As my head explodes with pain, all I can think was that it’s worth it. I’m barely aware of anything else, but all around me, I hear my pack alphas growl in savage fury.Let’s see how well these spoiled shits can survive against the vermin now.
thirty-three
Missy
The blow takes Lukas to the floor with a crunch that makes my stomach jolt. A tiny sob rips from my throat as I stare, willing him to get up. My feet are glued to the spot, my mind trying to work out who to go to next. Darion, who looks so utterly defeated or Seb, who is frantically mouthing something to himself. They both stare at Lukas, willing him up. But he doesn’t get up.
He doesn’t move.
I can’t feel our bond.
