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Her full red lips quiver before she presses them together. “I don’t have anyone else,” she whispers. “I only have them.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper back.
“What did they do?”
“I can’t tell you that right now. Commander St Clair will tell you the charges at the station.”
“Please, Dylan,” she says, reaching out to touch my arm.
It’s like fire, and electricity is searing through my TAC gear. I stare at her delicate hand and lick my lips.
“They’re selling seriously bad stuff on the black market.”
“Like what?” she asks in disbelief.
“Rut suppressants, heat suppressants, weed, mollie, you name it.”
“Heat suppressants?” She frowns fiercely, focusing on that one detail.
I nod slowly. “They’ve been linked to a dose that has been lethal to some omegas.”
Her eyes widen, and her mouth goes slack. “What?”
“I’m so—”
“Don’t you dare fucking say you’re sorry again,” she spits out, removing her hand from my arm, to my immense disappointment and returning to glaring out of the window.
“Keep driving. I want to speak to this Commander,” she says stiffly.
I nod, at a loss for any more words. She is hurting, and I hate that I was part of causing it. It makes me even angrier at these alphas for what they’ve done. She deserves better than those arseholes, but it’s not my place to tell her that. Again. Once was enough, and even that was too many. I’ve crossed the line with her big time. Eli is going to whip my arse and probably kick me out of the squad for what I’ve just done. But I had to. I’ve fallen for the mated omega, and there isn’t a damn thing anyone can do about it now.
ChapterFive
Morgan
We pullup into the underground parking of the Inter-pack Parliament station. I’m completely numb. I can’t move. I can’t believe that my pack would do the things that this officer has told me. It’s unheard of and unthinkable.
The car door opens, and he reaches in to help me out. I’m unsteady on my feet, but he holds me up, not letting go until I right myself. The car in front of us opens up to let out the arsehole who took my pack into custody.
“Hey!” I snap, coming to life and striding forward, but I come to a dead stop when he opens the back door and hauls Adam out. “Adam! Tell them you didn’t do this!”
Again, he ignores me, staring straight ahead with a grim expression. It hits me in the heart. Why is he doing this? Why is he ignoring me?
The task force guy leads him into the station with me staring after him, tears welling up, but I refuse to let them fall. Not now. I need to hold it together. I cannot fall apart yet. I will when I get home, but now I have to be strong for them and for me. I don’t know what is going on, but they’re my pack, and I have to believe in them. Not these trumped-up charges. If Uncle Jeremyknewthey were bad guys, he wouldn’t have left me in that house with them. I’m sure of it. He just wouldn’t. I might’ve fallen out with my parents over my pack, they might’ve disowned me over it, but surely to God, if Jeremy knew I was living with criminals, he’d have said something.
The one who drove me here ducks into the station, leaving me with the blonde one I saw outside the restaurant who called me feisty. I wish I was. That was the aftershock and adrenaline. Now, I don’t know what to think or which way to turn. I don’t even have my phone because I left it at home, not wanting to bring a bag with me to carry it.
He gestures with his head to follow him, and I put one foot in front of the other, walking behind him into a busy station, considering it’s nighttime.
“I’m Captain Kaleb St Clair,” he says as he pushes open a door that leads to a drab, bare interrogation room.
I follow him inside, ignoring him.
“Sit.”
I do because these heels are killing me and standing around seems like cutting my nose off to spite my face.
“The Commander will be in to speak to you soon, but there’s someone else who wants a quick word with you, okay? Can I get you some water?”
