Page 67 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
He’s sitting up in the bed, his good arm braced against the railing of the hospital bed, helping him stay upright. There’s a layer of sweat forming on his forehead at the effort it’s taking.
“Fuck, lay back down, man! You’re hurting yourself,” I say, walking over to him and gently pushing him back down to the bed.
“Answer the question,” Stone growls again, his dominance swirling out into the air around us, despite his injured state.
“To be completely honest, I have no clue,” Chase says, throwing himself onto one of the hospital armchairs and lacing his hands behind his head.
“That’s because you’re not connecting the dots,” Kane huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. He glances over at Stone. “Don’t you remember how Luna mentioned there was a Southside omega who helped patch up her arm? The one who called Madden?”
“Holy shit,” I breathe out. “You guys did mention that, it’s part of the case. Wait, this is perfect!”
If Reyna played a part in rescuing Luna, then presenting her as a star witness in the case we have will be easy! The Ward Pack and their omega’s story has already made waves in the upper-crust circles of Northside society.
Killian paces back and forth, his gaze repeatedly darting to the open window. The sound of his footsteps are the only thing keeping the growing silence at bay.
“She must have some sort of medical skill,” Milo adds, his voice soft. “If she patched up both Stone and the Ward Pack’s omega.”
“She definitely seemed like she knew what she was doing. Especially when she fixed my dislocated arm,” Stone adds.
He’s regained a little bit of his color since lying back down, but he still looks like shit.
“I want to get the hell out of here,” he mutters under his breath.
“No.” Killian doesn’t even bother giving Stone a single glance, he just continues pacing.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, man,” I add. “You tried sitting up and you looked like you were going to pass out.”
“Then I won’t try to sit up again,” he grunts. “I’ll just do that from home.”
I’m surprised, but Milo cuts into the conversation.
“I think if he wants to recover at home, then he should,” Milo says, picking at his hands.
“I said no,” Killian snaps.
“Okayyy then,” Chase says, glancing at the four of us, his brows raised. “How about we change the subject. What does your little omega from the Southside have to do with the case? Other than the fact that she knows Luna?”
“Stone went in on his undercover mission to try and figure out the landscape of Northside involvement in the omega trafficking that’s going on in the Southside,” Killian says. He finally stops pacing, though he substitutes that for tapping his foot on the floor. “He disguised himself as a fighter for an underground fighting ring.”
“How did that go?” Chase asks, leaning his elbows onto his knees.
“Well, enough,” Stone shrugs. “That’s where I met Reyna, though. She worked as a ring girl there.”
“We sent Theo in next to pose as a John to try and get more information out of her.” Killian adds.
The three Ward Pack members raise their eyebrows as they turn towards me.
I lift my hands up in surrender.
“Hey, it sounds bad, but it was the best way to get close to her,” I say. “Plus, we never did anything.”
Not that I wasn’t tempted.
God, was I tempted.
Especially when her gaze would dart down to my lips and her perfume would sweeten like she wanted me to lean in and close the distance between us. But I didn’t.
I couldn’t.
