Page 62 of Crave

“No!”

“It’s just a tranq, sir,” the soldier yelped nervously. “Here’s one for you too. Sorry.” Then he shot me in the neck, and darkness crept in around the edges of my vision.

“Quinn,” I breathed. “Zanny.”

Then nothingness.

37

SUSANNAH

Iwas pushed into the back of an SUV, and lucky we weren’t too picky about nudity, because I wasn’t wearing any underwear and was fairly sure some of my Alpha’s cum was still leaking out between my thighs.

I hoped these fuckers choked on the scent of it.

“What’s going on? I didn’t murder anyone, and that fucker wasn’t my Pack Alpha.”

The Legion soldier in the front gave me a look of disapproval. “You’ll have time to plead your case.”

“Did the Alpha General approve this?”

The guy in the front shrugged. Was his name Ben? “Doesn’t matter. The Alpha General put this process into place, so it applies to his special little people as well as the rest of us. Besides, he has no interest in finding out who Wilkie’s killer is.”

Well, that was a no, obviously, since Courtland was well aware of who’d killed Wilkie and why he was dead.

“The asshole probably isn’t even dead. He probably ran away like the piece of shit he was.”

The driver slammed on the brakes, and I was flung forward onto the car’s floorboards. “Sorry. Rabbit ran across the road,” he said, his lip curled in a sneering smirk.

I forgot how much I hated Alphas sometimes. I couldn’t help but see Murphy, lying on the floor, his body twitching as they basically electrocuted him to keep him down.

“I want to see my father!” I yelled as they dragged me from the car into the temporary jail. They snapped cuffs around my wrists, and I growled at them.

“Stops you from shifting,” the first soldier told me. “Sorry, Legion General Joshua is currently in Maxton, so Daddy dearest won’t be able to bail your entitled ass out.”

I realized that there was no one manning the prison—no Dominic, not anyone—which meant that they’d premeditated this. They’d made sure there wasn’t anyone around to kick up a stink until it was too late. My blood ran cold.

That heinous old bitch.

As they tossed me into the cell, slamming the doors shut, I hissed at them. “Do I at least get to know who made these accusations?”

“No.”

Then they both walked out. I reassured myself that they didn’t have anything, because I hadn’t killed Wilkie. But I didn’t want them to look too closely either, because I’d rather they didn’t execute Tanner.

As if I’d summoned him by my thoughts alone, there was a ruckus in the reception area. “You will let me through.”

“Sorry, no visitors.”

“I heard you grievously injured an Omega on her way into the cell. Are you denying her the right to medical care?” His voice was scarily low.

“Is she sucking your cock too?” the soldier asked, and I didn’t have to be out there to feel the sudden shift in the air. There was cold violence in his tone.

I moved to the sharp edge of the bed springs and scraped my arm along it with force until blood welled on the surface.

Tanner wasn’t dumb, obviously. “I smell blood. Either you will move, or I will forcibly remove you, as per my orders from the Alpha General and the Convocation. Do you think whoever’s giving you orders is prepared to go against the Convocation? Against Titus Flett himself?”

Showing the first sign of brains they had today, they let Tanner past. Everyone was scared of the Flett brothers; it didn't matter what flavor of supernatural you were.

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