Page 5 of Your Wild Omega

Rickon’s already halfway up the stairs as I end the call. He pauses and looks back at me, a half smile tugging at his lips. “This is Red we’re talking about. Nothing should surprise us.”

I scoff and run up the stairs after him and push him onward. “Make sure you pack your alpha contract, as well as a bag for her. I’m guessing she didn’t take much with her.”

Upstairs, I grip the doorframe to my room, my brain running in a million directions. How the fuck did she manage a jailbreak on her own? “I’ll pack a bag for this alpha with his teeth in her,” I call down the hall. “If he’s someone Red decided she needs, I bet he’ll be coming back here. You okay with that?” I drag my suitcase down from the top shelf in my walk-in closet, head cocked to catch his answer.

It takes a while, but finally he calls back, “Yeah. Do we even have a choice at this point? I’m just pissed a stranger got to bond her first.”

I grunt in agreement.

A moment later, Ricky appears in my doorway. “Um, Calli? About the bail money . . .”

My throat squeezes and I drop everything on my bed before crossing the room in a couple of strides. “You don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it, Ricky.”

He nods and drops his gaze. “I’ll pay you back later, if you need the cash, or something goes wrong.”

His vulnerability scrapes at me like a carpet burn. “No need. Let’s just get Red back in one piece, okay?” Ricky should know that money isn’t a problem in our family, and his anxiety makes me uneasy for reasons I can’t put a finger on.

Ricky draws a shuddering breath. “Okay, thanks.” He squeezes his hands into fists, tension running through his shoulders. “Bloody hell, I’m angry and relieved at the same time. A bond?” He hisses softly, and then nods and turns on his heel.

I shower and get dressed in a decent suit, and then throw clothes into my case. Yeah, I’ve got that same feeling shunting up through my throat to choke me. At least Rickon has the rightto be angry, unlike me. But Red needs us now, and that’s all that matters. She can pick any alpha she wants, especially since I—

Yeah, I fucked up.

I snap the case shut and zip it up, remembering to call my driving service for a car before I head into the office to grab my laptop. I have tons of work to catch up on with dozens of cases to prepare for, so I’ll have to do as much as possible on the flight. Including preparing a defense for Red’s OCB impersonation and alpha theft. No matter how much I wrack my brain, I can’t think of a single precedent for an omega physically breaking an alpha out of prison.

Rickon waits for me in the kitchen, stuffing snacks into his backpack. I glance around the house. “Is the bird going to be all right for a couple of days?”

“Oh, shit,” Ricky wails.

I roll his case to the front door while he refills seed and water dishes, listening as the parrot calls him a bastard.

“I can ask Mom or Lector to swing by if we get held up,” I offer as the tiny metal doors rattle on the birdcage.

Rickon joins me by the front entrance, dusting seeds off his hands. “Fingers crossed we’re back in a day or two.”

“Yeah.” We need our omega back home where she belongs—in our home. I huff out an agitated breath and drag the cases out the door.

The idea festers on the drive to the airport. My apartment has become a home since Red and Rickon moved in. I steal glances at my best friend, taking in his pursed lips and the way his fingers tap against the car arm rest. I screwed up with Red, yes, but she still let me help her through her heat. Maybe if I prove myself, she’ll let me into this fold she’s building.

I mean, she went all the way to Darinian State and broke a man out of prison. If I prove my worth and beg hard enough, willshe take me back? Maybe if I make myself useful, she won’t have a choice.

I type out a message to my paralegal to track down any precedent cases of an omega breaking her alpha out of prison. Winning a bail plea has never been so personal.

Which gives me an idea. I dial up my contact at the OCB, Assistant Special Agent in Charge Leroy Hanamack. “Leroy, Callisto Wren here,” I say, relieved he answered. Thankfully, he remembers me. “I need a favor,” I tell him. “You know how we’re missing testimony for the omega cases? The lead witness, Red Jones, turns out to be—”

Shit, I almost admitted she’s my scent match, which is true, but raises more questions than answers. “Well, she’s my friend’s scent match, and she got herself in some trouble. Can you give me some advice on OCB protocols?”

“Sure, what’s the problem?”

I slump down in the seat. “Apparently she got caught breaking an alpha out of prison.”

He coughs down the line. “Seriously? Damn, you’re going to need some help with this one. Where are you now?”

We take an exit ramp, the airport control towers framing the skyline. “About to get on a plane.”

He grunts and papers rustle in the background. “Give me an hour and I’ll come along.”

Leroy sends me his details and I have the tickets booked before we even arrive at the terminal. Something tells me we’ll need all the help we can get this time.

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