Page 141 of Wild Omega

He swivels to stare at me, eyes narrowing with suspicion.

I shrug in response. “It’s my name on the line with this rehab project. I really want it to work.”

He scoffs. “Then you should’ve picked an easy one, but it’s too late for takebacks.” He laughs like I’m the sucker as he grabs his radio out of the pocket on his belt. “I heard you brought a truck with you?”

“I did. Waste not and all that.”

He nods and calls for the guards. “Let’s get him signed off, then. They’ll show your driver where to park so we can load him.”

My heart leaps. Almost there.

The warden talks endlessly while I sign papers. I have no idea what they say so I just nod as I scribble my name in a barely legible way, wishing he’d hurry up. Callisto Wren’s not here to explain each and every clause for me this time.

The prison manager wants to tell me everything about his career, probably for the press release I’m “planning” to make when the program turns into a great success. Sucker doesn’t know what’s going to hit him. I just hope no one’s doing proper background checks on my fake OCB ID while we dither.

Finally, I swipe Callisto’s credit card at the front office and the warden leads me outside. It’s easy to tell Zazu’s been loaded, ’cause he bangs on the side of the truck, like some mythical monster from a sci-fi movie.

“Hope you don’t mind some percussion,” I mumble as I climb into the cab with Lionel.

He chuckles. “Sounds like it’s for a good cause.”

I flash him a grateful smile. “The best.”

“Wait!” the warden calls before I pull the door shut. Adrenaline shoots through me. If I must, I’ll toss Lionel out of his seat and drive the truck myself. But there’s no guarantee I’ll make it through those solid-looking security gates.

“Yes?” I turn, half in and half out of the truck.

The warden looks me up and down. “You do have a team to unload him at the other end, don’t you? No offense, but I’m sure you know not to let him loose under any circumstances?”

“Of course, Warden. Not my first rodeo.” Lies are so easy when you’re an undercover operative.

The man purses his lips and steps back. “Well, okay, then. Good luck to you both.”

I slam the door, putting one more barrier between me and the stinking viper nest of alphas. “Please drive,” I murmur to Lionel, before waving calmly to the officers.

The moment we’re clear of the gates, I breathe a sigh of relief and slump in the leather seat.

Lionel glances at me a few times before working up the courage to ask his question. “You know, I’m surprised an omega works for the OCB. I would have thought it’s kind of rough work.”

Shit! Between slicking at the sight of my alpha and sweating in fright, my omega scent’s filling the cab. I race to roll down the window. “Sorry about that. Lot of alphas back there.”

He throws me a kind look. “Nothing to apologize for. I was just curious.”

“It’s a long, complicated story,” I mutter guardedly. One I can’t tell him because he’ll turn this truck right around and then my last alpha will die.

My phone vibrates in my pocket. Rickon is trying to reach me. How on earth am I going to explain this? I wait until the buzzing dies away in my pocket.

“How will we do this drive?”

Lionel hums. “It’s seven hundred miles to Etelis. We can rest at a good motel I often use there.” He slides a glance across the cab at me. “I can’t handle that alpha. He’ll have to stay in the back.”

I nod.

“Then another nine hundred miles or so to Laversham. Should get there early evening the day after, if we don’t hit any roadworks or jams.”

I chew on my lip and turn to watch the city whizz by. Hold on back there, my alpha. My Zazu. You’ve endured everything so far, so just hang on a little longer. As I drop my head back against the seat, a smile forms slowly on my lips. The wild roaring in my head has subsided.

Chapter fifty-nine

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