Page 86 of Stolen By the Alpha Hunter
“I need you to come with me,” he says.
I glance back at the room, afraid of where he might be taking me. Out of the three leaders of the Gulf Pack—my father, my brother, and Abel—Ephraim has been the most innocuous…but that doesn’t mean he’s harmless.
I’ve seen him do horrible things.
And I know he’s probably still angry about June, may she rest in peace.
“Where?” I ask quietly, venturing to open my mouth.
“Can’t say here,” he says, lowering his voice. “And be quick about it.”
“Please don’t hurt me,” I breathe.
He grunts under his breath. “I’m not gonna hurt you—just hurry.”
I look back and forth down the hall before I follow him out and up the stairs. There are a few things up here where the beams get more rickety and the tower sways—the room where they kept me when I first arrived among them. I think he might lock me up again or toss me into the ocean…but he takes me somewhere very unexpected.
The comms room.
As far as I know, this is the only place on the Rig where you can get messages in or out. Back before I escaped with the other omegas, we hijacked this system to get a hold of some mercenaries from up north, who orchestrated a way out.
It’s also where my father gets transmissions from the Heavenly Host, though they were already contacting him less and less by the time I left as they got distracted with other battles.
Ephraim crosses his arms and tilts his chin toward the comm station, where a radio is waiting.
“It’s for you,” he says.
I watch him with wide eyes as I take a step toward it, wondering what the heck he’s playing at. He rolls his eyes at me and wave his hand.
“Hurry,” he says. “I wasn’t fuckin’ around. We’ve only got so much time.”
I look down at it and put on the headset, then push down on the receiver.
“Hello?” I say.
“Damn—Peaches? Is that really you?”
I try to hold back tears, but it doesn’t work.
“Tilda?” I ask, my voice cracking.
“It’s her!” Tilda says on the other line. “Get Frankie!”
My hand flies up to cover my mouth, my eyes blurry. I can’t believe they’ve been trying to get a hold of me—that they reached me at all—that Ephraim is the one who brought me here…
Ephraim, who looks like he couldn’t care less if I live or die.
I can hear scrambling on the other line, then someone else picks up the phone. It’s Frankie, the alpha who can make anything happen. Her voice is steady and low, a hint of rage simmering beneath the surface.
“Are you okay?” she says.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” I say, though I don’t feel like I’m okay at all. I want to go home right now, the ache of hearing my family’s voices almost too painful.
“Glad you’re alright,” she says. “We figured it was the Gulf Pack that took you, but we assumed the worst…”
“I’m alive,” I say. “It’s not good here, but I’m alive.”
“A man named Boyd contacted us and said you’re in danger?”
