Page 6 of Your Wild Omega

Four hours later, we fly into a poky little town with two main streets, some decently big truck stops, and a claim to fame as the birthplace of a well-known astronaut. And, of course, the current residence of our runaway omega.

Patrol cars swarm the carpark, the Alpha Lodgings branding on the sides making my heart palpitate as we enter through the station’s sliding doors. A chill settles on my skin as we shut out the spring warmth. Inside, the building buzzes with excitement, far too many law enforcement agents crammed into one space. This is a big deal for them.

Leroy scans the area and whistles. “Looks like the entire force came out on parade.”

“Or for the circus,” Rickon adds darkly.

Behind the counter, a middle-aged beta argues with a burly alpha in an Alpha Lodgings uniform. “He said not to separate them,” the officer says, tone wheedling.

“Sheriff McCullis?” I call, catching their attention.

The middle-aged officer with a receding hairline brightens. “Oh, thank God. Attorney Wren?”

“Yes. Just Callisto is fine.” I tug Rickon forward. “This is Rickon Jones, the omega’s official alpha, and Assistant Special Agent in Charge Leroy Hanamack from the Laversham OCB. We’d like to see Red Jones immediately.”

The constable swallows hard and glances at the tall, frowning man beside him. “Right, well, we seem to be in a bit of conflict about that with Officer McKenna here.”

Leroy steps forward and looks the Alpha Lodgings guy over with subtle posturing. “What seems to be the problem?”

The officer straightens his uniform. “The alpha involved is a special case at the Lodgings. He’s dangerous and not suitable for public interactions. We’ve just had a manhunt across the state for him, so I won’t allow any actions that might aid his escape.”

“I haven’t seen news about a manhunt,” Leroy says, resting one fist on his hip.

McKenna’s gaze flits across all of us and then away. “It wasn’t a nationalized manhunt.”

A strange emotion twists in my belly. He’s hiding something, but whatever’s going on, we’re wasting time. Using my court voice, I tell him, “I don’t give a flying fig who else is in the building, but I need to see my client. Now.”

Leroy nods. “The omega involved is a key witness in an important criminal case. It’s essential that these men see her.” His gaze narrows on the lanky man from Alpha Lodgings. “Agent, do you have an injunction?”

His jaw works a few times. “No, but—”

“Great,” Leroy says, turning away. “Guide us in, Sheriff.”

I’m so glad I asked Leroy to come, because if I was on my own, I think the Lodgings officer would find every reason under the sun to keep us away from Red, but he wilts in the face of an OCB assistant branch director.

With a few nervous glances, the sheriff guides us into the back, where the cells are. “They’re both still in, ah, coitus, so best if her official alpha goes first.”

Rickon slips ahead to take the lead, his hands bunching and unbunching. Poor guy must be beside himself. I know I am.

On the other side of the bars, Red sits on a naked alpha’s lap, her flushed cheek resting on his shoulder. Her hair’s as wild as she is, and all she wears is a blanket draped around her shoulders. Between the bunched wool and her flyaway locks, I spot traces of blood on her shoulder. The fucker still has his teeth buried in her. He has his back to us, revealing a solid build, powerful shoulders, and coarse brown hair. He locks his arms around her body, one of his limbs bound in a grimy plaster cast.

Red tenses as we come into view.

“Hello, Biscuit,” Rickon says, grasping the bars. “You sure had us worried.”

She blinks up at him, and the reflected fluorescent lights glimmer as tears sheen in her eyes. “Hi.”

Glancing around, I’m shocked to discover people in the other holding cells, some with clear views into Red’s space. “You couldn’t give them somewhere private?” I snap, swinging to face the sheriff.

He shrugs, a flush spreading up his pudgy neck. “We don’t have anywhere else, and we found them in the back of a transport truck, so we couldn’t leave them there.”

“Technically, you could have,” I mutter. At least then they’d have some privacy. I scrub one hand over my face, and then move to stand at the bars next to Rickon, blocking the line of sight. “Hey, gorgeous,” I call.

Red smiles wearily. “My alphas came for me.”

Adrenaline shoots through my body. Is she acknowledging my place at her side? “We sure did, Red,” I reply, fighting emotion. “And we’re going to get you out of here.”

She tightens her grip around her new alpha, dropping one side of the blanket. I look away from the lovely brown curves of her body, memories from helping her through the heat riding me hard.

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