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As much as he wants to, he can’t ignore a direct order from his prime. He glowers at me, but keeps his trap shut and sits down, arms crossed, sulking that he didn’t get to kill anyone today.
There's still time yet.
If we find that Audi, we find our omega and not a single obstruction will stop us from claiming her.
Even if she has been mated already.
ChapterSeven
Rayne
“You can’t do this! You can’t just snatch me off the side of the road! You’ve…you’ve…omeganappedme, you twats!” I scream, louder and louder in the hopes that it will sink in.
It doesn’t.
I wave my phone about and that’s when the panic stops, and I groan at how stupid I am. “I’m calling 999!” I shriek and unlock my phone, only to have it whipped out of my hand by the tree-man who grabbed me.
“Give that back!” I claw at him, struggling with an alpha three times as strong as me, if not more. He places his hand on my forehead and gently shoves me away from him, closer to the alpha on my right.
“Fuck you! Fuck you!” I snarl, kicking out.
“Love,” the right-side alpha says in a voice that’s like honey and melted chocolate.
I pause and simmering, I turn my head, hand still attached to my forehead, and glare at him. “What?”
“We aren’t going to hurt you. We just need you to win, that’s all.”
I take in his handsome face and quite beautiful blue eyes. His black hair is slightly shaggy and unkempt, but wow, he is too delicious. Shame he’s a felon.
“Win what?” I clip out. I catch a whiff of pine cones coming from his direction.
“A scavenger hunt,” he informs me. “A few packs are playing, the one to get the last item wins.”
“Item? How fucking dare you!”
He grins at me and holds his phone up. “You are the last item: an unmated omega.” He touches the screen with his index finger, checking off the last box on the list. I watch as he presses submit and then pin his eyes with mine.
“This is sick! Sick!”
I’m hoping the more I shriek, the more fed up with it they’ll get and let me go. Fat chance though.
The one in the passenger seat growls and turns around. His dark eyes are dead, and I gulp when he snaps, “Shut the fuck up.”
“Humph,” I mutter and cross my arms. “Do you know who my father is? Do you? You are all in so much shit, but if you let me go, I won’t say a word, and you can all go on your merry way.”
He blinks. “Who is your father?” He doesn’t seem that interested, but there again, it’s hard to tell with his deadpan features and tone.
I lean forward and hiss in his face. “Jeremy Halstead. Heard of him? Chief Justice of the IPP, so fuck you, arsehole.”
“Jesus, you’ve got a mouth on you, don’t you, love?” Pinecones snickers.
“Yeah, we should wash it out with soap,” Dead-eyes says, and hunches his shoulders. He smells like burnt toast and it makes me shudder.
“Fuck. You.” I give him the middle finger, just so he knows that I’m not done with him yet.
His hand zips out and grabs my finger, bending it back.
“Ow, ow, owwww,” I rasp, twisting my arm in an effort to stop him from breaking my finger.
