Page 94 of Saving the Pack's Omega

It swings open a second later, revealing an annoyed-looking, pot-bellied, balding, middle-aged man. A beta man.

“What the fuck are you banging on my fucking door for, huh?”

I’m fairly certain that I could tell that Luna isn’t related to this guy, regardless of whether or not I could smell that he was a beta. There’s no way someone as drop-dead gorgeous as Luna could’ve had any relation to the man standing in front of me.

He stands there, nervously shuffling his weight slowly between both feet as we just stare silently at him. That’s probably the fastest he can move, anyway.

I don’t blame him for being nervous. Must be pretty crazy for a whole pack of four alphas to just suddenly show up at his doorstep, glaring daggers at him. None of us are keeping ourdominance in check either, so just standing in front of us must be a lot for him.

As dead set as we are to help Luna, we’re obviously not going to storm into a random person’s house, especially when the intel we’ve gotten was from Madden’s brother. He’s definitely motivated by money, but we haven’t worked with him before. We don’t know how good his intel is.

Archer reaches slowly into his back pocket, unfolding a printed-out picture of Luna.

The man’s eyes go wide and he goes pale.

Bingo.

He recognizes her. That’s all we needed.

Madden steps forward and grips the man by his neck, pushing him back inside until he’s pinned up against the wall. We all make our way inside, relatively leisurely, considering the circumstances.

Some may call us cocky for not being more careful, but there’s very little in this tiny house that we can’t defend ourselves against. We’re one of the most dominant packs in the Northside and we’re armed to the fucking teeth.

The man starts screaming, flailing his short arms and legs around.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He grunts out, his face going red.

I guess Madden isn’t holding him all that tight, considering we can still hear him just fine.

“What in the world is going on?” A woman says from the kitchen, her voice shrill. She’s thin and her eyes are sunken in. There’s a sort of look in her eye and twitch in her movements that my gaze instantly fixates on. I know that all too well, especially from the people I hung around when I was younger.

This woman is a drug addict. And it looks like she hasn’t had her fix in a while.

“I’d recommend you not move Mrs. Collins,” Kane says, hisvoice commanding as he withdraws his handgun, flashing it so both of Luna’s parents can see it.

It makes Luna’s mom freeze in her tracks, her eyes going wide.

“Anyways, let’s continue,” Archer says, pulling out the picture of Luna again. “Do you know who this is?”

Remember when I said we walked into the house a little too leisurely, considering the situation? Well, I was right. We were a bit too relaxed. Or maybe it was just me.

Luna’s mom lets out this banshee-like scream and before I know it, I see the flash of a kitchen knife she grabbed from the knife block aimed right for my face.

If it weren’t for the hours and hours of training in all sorts of hand-to-hand combat I’ve done with the pack, I would’ve probably been turned into a shish kabob.

It does mean I’m not exactly gentle when I knock the knife away from her hand and slam her, face down into the counter, her arms twisted behind her back.

She just screams, fighting me with a surprising amount of strength. “That little bitch is the reason I can’t have my drugs anymore!”

Well, I guess it’s not a surprising amount of strength considering she’s a drug addict. A drug addict craving her fix, to be specific.

“Get the fuck off of her!” Luna’s dad roars, kicking at Madden. From the way Madden doesn’t even flinch, it doesn’t seem that his kicks are very effective.

“What did you expect me to do, let her stab me?” I call over my shoulder. I lean down so I can meet Mrs. Collin’s wild eyes. “By the way, what’re you talking about? Seems like a pretty shitty way to talk about your own daughter.”

“She’s no fucking daughter of mine,” she practically spits. “We were told to take her in. At least she was worth something when we realized she was an omega.”

My sister was right.

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