Page 140 of Saving the Pack's Omega

“Yeah, thank you, it smells delicious,” I say, taking a seat between Archer and Madden.

“Oh, it’s a simple recipe I learned in a cooking class, anyone can learn it,” she says, awkwardly shifting in her seat.

“Well, we’re still thankful you decided to make it for us, Moonlight,” Chase says, leaning over and planting a kiss on the top of her head. “Now if you excuse me, I’m going to dig in.”

Everyone around the table breaks out into laughter as Chase practically shoves an entire slice of fresh toast into his mouth.

Food around a table together is a magical thing.

Like hell are we going to let this go.

Even Chase, who hates any form of cleaning, is eager to help clear the table once we’re done with the meal.

“Here, let me help you get that,” I say, taking the stack of plates Luna put together and carrying it to the kitchen.

“You don’t have to do that,” She giggles, following behind me. “My legs work now, you know.”

“Well, I want to. You cook, we clean,” I shrug, setting the plates down beside Madden.

“It’s really not that big of a deal, Angel,” Madden says. “I’ve just gotta rinse them, the dishwasher does all the hard work.”

My phone rings and I pull it out of my pocket. I don’t recognize the number, but that isn’t unusual, considering my position in the pack’s security company.

“Who’s it from?” Luna asks, peeking at my screen before perching herself on one of the barstools.

“I don’t know, I guess we’ll see in a second,” I say before answering the call.

I put the phone to my ear.

“Hello, is this Kane from the Ward Pack?”

“Yes. Who is this?”

“I’m Officer Ainsley at the Northside Police Department. This is unusual, but Officer Stone insisted anyone on the case reach out to your pack with any updates on your case.”

My knuckles go white around my phone.

Updates are never good with this sort of thing.

“What updates do you have for me, Officer?”

“We had Roger and Carol Collins in custody, suspected of trafficking their adoptive omega daughter.”

“Yes, I know that.”

“They posted bail late last night.”

“What!?”

Everyone’s gazes jerk towards me at my outburst. I grit my teeth and try and focus on the conversation.

“Wasn’t the bail set to one million each since they were considered flight risks?” I ask, running my hands through my hair.

Archer moves around the table and gestures for me to put the phone on speaker.

I put my phone on the island countertop after doing so and wait for the officer’s response.

“Yes.” The officer pauses as if he needs to take a breath. “The bond was made through a bail bondsman who was paid anonymously, but that’s not the thing I wanted to speak with you about.”

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