Page 3 of Omega on Fire

"My money’s on her being found." Dez’s voice is firm. "She’s friends with Mercy Smooth. The spokesperson for her sister, Faith’s, foundation.Freeya knows her too, and they’re ready to start a war to get her back. If anyone can find her, it’s you four."

Moses whistles. "Tall order. What do you know?"

"Malcolm’s sending everything we’ve got to Joker." Dez pauses. "Is he there?"

Beaux and Moses snicker as Josiah flips them off, his mouth still busy.

"He’s occupied, but yeah, send it over. We’ll move as soon as we have a location."

Dez exhales. "We’ve been searching for their base for years. If we find it, we can shut this whole operation down. If Charlotte hasn’t been put on the auction block yet, she’s there."

I rap my knuckles on the desk. Beaux and Moses give me a thumbs-up. We don’t take missions unless we’re all in. Looking down, I meet Josiah’s gaze.Even with his mouth full, his eyes say everything. He’s in.

"We won’t rest until we find her. That’s a promise."

Dez’s voice softens. "Thank you. My team is at your disposal."

"Aye, aye, Captain," Beaux salutes as the call ends.

I exhale, letting my head drop back. "Well, boys.Guess we’re not unpacking our bags yet. We have an Omega to find. But first." I turn my gaze to Josiah, tilting my head. "I need to cum.”

"Tell me you've got something good, Joker." I lean against my desk, coffee burning a path down my throat. None of us slept much after Dez's call. The weight of another missing Omega sits heavy.

Josiah's fingers fly across his keyboard. Three monitors flicker with data, his eyes scanning rapidly. "Malcolm sent everything. Police reports, witness statements, security footage—" He stops mid-sentence, clicking something. "But this, this is interesting."

The main screen fills with an image that makes my cup freeze halfway to my mouth. Dark skin glowing under stage lights, curves wrapped in a deep purple dress, smile bright enough to blind—Charlotte Matthews commands attention even through pixels.

"Damn," Beaux whispers, leaning forward. "That's our missing Omega?"

Moses abandons his position by the window. "She's gorgeous."

"More than gorgeous." The words slip out before I can catch them. Something about her eyes pulls at me—fierce, challenging, alive with purpose.

"Recent speech at the Have Faith Foundation gala." Josiah taps more keys. "She's been making waves. Conservative packs aren't happy about her pushing for Omega rights."

The image changes to security footage. Charlotte walking down a street, phone to her ear. Then chaos—men grabbing her, an SUV, the screen darkens.

"They knew exactly where she'd be." My jaw clenches. "This wasn't random."

"Targeted hit," Moses agrees. "But why her specifically?"

Beaux snorts. "Look at her. A beautiful, outspoken Omega fighting the system? She's either someone's fantasy or their worst nightmare."

"Both," I mutter, studying her face again. Something about her calls to my Alpha instincts, makes my blood heat. "Joker, what else?"

"Yeah." Josiah adjusts his spectacles. "Charlotte Matthews is twenty-nine, works as an Omega advocate in Houston, one of those protected cities ironically. She's been stirring things up lately. Interesting background, loving Beta parents gave birth to her,which almost never happens. For the past eighteen months she's been the main voice of Have Faith Foundation."

Beaux leans forward. "Hold up, that's Mercy Smooth's organization, right?"

"Exactly." Josiah flicks through several images showing Charlotte at podiums. "Mercy spotted her after this killer interview about Omega trafficking. Brought her on to speak at a fundraiser. Ever since, she's been their go-to advocate, campaigning for everything from better security measures to medical reforms."

"And disappeared without a trace," Moses says softly.

Josiah confirms it. "Snatched this report from the police yesterday evening. Her Omega housemate, Brookes, was talking to her when it went down. Local police discovered her crushed cell on the pavement, evidence of resistance." He hesitates, his usual light-hearted attitude fading. "But here's the kicker, she's just one of many. Like we've seen, Omegas are vanishing at an alarming rate, particularly from supposedly safe zones. Same MO every time: sedatives, white vehicle, pros doing the job. We should check the dark web." Josiah's fingers pause over hiskeyboard. "Someone like her, the sharks will be circling. High-profile Omegas with that much influence, they'll want to make an example of her."

A rumbling snarl echoes through the space, making me jump. I've never witnessed such fierce determination in Beaux's gaze before, and his lip piercing makes a clinking sound against his grinding teeth.

"Easy, Motley." I keep my voice level, though I'm caught off guard by his visceral reaction. We've handled dozens of missing Omega cases, but something about this one feels different. The energy in the room crackles with unusual tension.

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