Page 18 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
I peer over my shoulder. Someone will probably call this in – two alphas breaking and entering – but with any luck we’ll be gone by then.
“I’ll search upstairs, you downstairs,” I say. This time Nate doesn’t argue; he sets off down the corridor dashing through the first door.
I head upstairs. The scent lingering in the air is one of an alpha. It stops me in my tracks. Nutmeg? I know this scent from somewhere. I squeeze the bridge of my nose between my finger and thumb, thinking.
The break-in. The fucking break-in.
I charge through the bedrooms. This man obviously lives alone. No woman’s clothes or children’s toys in sight. Certainly no family pictures hanging on the walls.
Although, there’s a sweet aroma hanging in the air. Faint. An omega has been here. Not ours – I’d recognize her scent anywhere. But this man has a girlfriend. The other doctor?
I stomp out to the landing and hang over the bannister.
“Find anything?” I yell down.
Nate slinks out into the corridor.
“No,” he says, that darkness returning to his eyes.
I curse under my breath and jog out to the truck.
There’s still the other doctor’s place.
Her house is smaller, which surprises me considering she’s the physician for all the wealthy omegas in the city.
The front lawn is neatly kept with bright flowers growing in the bed. Inside it’s empty again but the house couldn’t be more different from that alpha’s. There are pillows and blankets thrown over every available surface as well as teddy bears perched on shelves and warm paintings on the wall. No sign of an alpha living here or any kids and no trace of that nutmeg scent.
In fact, there are hardly any scents at all and a fine layer of dust over everything as if nobody’s been home for a while.
“You think they’re together?” I ask, rubbing my head in confusion as I find Nate in the woman’s kitchen. What do these bastards want with Bea?
“Nah,” Nate says. “Pretty single I reckon.” Nate’s gaze flicks around the kitchen, lingering on the long list of tasks stuck to the fridge door. He snatches it off and plunges it into his pocket. “You think our girl was snatched by someone like the Snakebites? And these doctors got caught up in whatever went down?”
“I recognize his scent,” I say, meeting Nate’s green eyes. “The doctor’s.”
“You do?” Nate’s voice grows so low it vibrates in his chest.
“Same dude who broke into her apartment.”
Nate thinks about this for a moment. “So it isn’t the Snakebites.”
“Unless they’re under their pay.”
“Wanna take a ride down to their place now? Bang a few heads together?” That murderous glint sparks in Nate’s eyes.
Fuck, it’s tempting. It’s the kind of thing the two of us used to do. We were the hotheads of our gang. Reacting with our fists before engaging with our brains. Together we caused chaos, ripping up the city together, leaving a trail of destruction.
It was freaking brilliant. The thing that tore me up the most when our group was ripped apart, was losing my partner in crime.
However, I’m older now, if none the wiser. Pulling that kind of shit landed me in a heap of trouble. I’m more disciplined these days. Mostly thanks to Silver.
“No man,” I say, motioning my head towards the door. “Not until we know where she is. Not until we know it was them.” Nate’s shoulders sag in disappointment. There’s a bruise on his cheek I’m pretty sure I gave him. “Then we’ll make them wish they were never born.”
Nate’s face brightens. “I’ve always wanted to feed someone their own testicles, you know,” he says more brightly as we jump back into the truck.
Fuck, yeah, I’d forgotten how twisted this fucker can be.
“You want to play with some other dude’s balls, man, you go right ahead. Ain’t no homophobic bullshit in this pack.”
