Page 36 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
Sampson smiles. “I should have known that would have been your type, Silver.”
“Yeah,” I say, taking a long gulp of my coffee. “She’s my type.”
Connor glances at me. “Mine too,” he says firmly.
And I realize, we may have rescued our girl but we still have a pile of shit to sort through. Finding who was behind the kidnapping may prove to be the easiest.
I buy Sampson another donut for the road and then we head to Pack York’s offices to update the others. On our way, I receive a call from one of the men I have stationed discreetly watching the beach condo where the omega has been staying with her cousin.
“Calling in for an update, Sir,” he says.
I switch my cellphone to my other ear, noting the way Connor’s eyes leave the road to flick to mine.
“Go ahead,” I tell him.
“Apart from the one visitor delivering food parcels,” Nate, “there have been no other visitors to the condo and no other suspicious activity.”
“Good,” I say. I’m hoping whoever kidnapped Bea won’t be stupid enough to try the same thing twice, but I’m not taking any chances. “Anything else?”
“Yes, it seems she may have completed her heat.”
I sit up a little straighter in my seat. “Based on what evidence?”
“She’s no longer holed up in the bedroom. She’s been eating and talking with her cousin.”
“Right,” I say, “keep up the good work.”
I end the call.
“Something up?” Connor asks.
I consider keeping this new piece of news to myself. But working together hasn’t been so bad, and sorting out all this mess won’t happen if I’m keeping information from Pack York.
“Bea’s finished her heat.”
Connor is quiet for a moment, his hands tight on the steering wheel. “The thought of her going through it alone …” he says with real pain in his voice.
“Yeah, but what could we do?” We couldn’t force her to take us. There was nothing else to be done but stand back and let her endure it alone.
“We shouldn’t have fucked up like we did in the first place.”
“Yeah,” I say, running my hand through my hair. “Yeah.”
The others are waiting for us around the board table: Axel and Angel sitting on opposite sides avoiding eye contact, Hardy leaning back on the rear legs of his chair, his hands hooked behind his neck and Nate pacing by the windows.
“What did you learn?” Angel asks as I walk through the door.
“Nothing,” I say, taking the seat next to the head of my pack.
“Nothing,” Axel says with a frown.
I smirk at him. “Which is interesting in itself. Someone cleared out that clinic before the cops arrived and what evidence they did collect has mysteriously disappeared.”
“So?” Axels say with more irritation.
“It means we’re dealing with professionals,” Connor tells him, “professionals with arm power and a swat team of their own.”
“Snakebites?” Angel asks, and Hardy swings his chair back to the ground with a thump as Nate takes a step towards the table.
