Page 149 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
ChapterForty-One
TREV
Days pass without incident. Whitney is constantly on edge, jumping every time a car door slams. I can’t blame her. Her mother’s threat was a desperate attempt to get what she wanted. I’m so damn proud of Whitney for standing her ground against the bitch. Especially since I know how paralyzing it can be to confront your abuser. The one time I saw my dad after I’d left the house, I felt small and stupid.
On Sunday, we’re all hanging out in the kitchen eating lunch when a solid knock hits the front door. Whitney drops her sandwich and flicks her gaze around us.
“I’ll hide.”
“Under my bed with the gun,” Hayden says.
Her eyes round with fear. “Do you think I’ll need it?”
“Better safe than sorry. Worst case scenario, we shoot our way out of this.” Hayden glances at me, and I dip my head in agreement.
There’s no way anyone is taking her away from us. We’re lucky our shifts changed. We moved our days off to help cover for the guys who were on while we were out during Whitney’s heat.
The knock sounds again and Whitney makes a mad dash down the hall. Once Hayden’s door snicks shut, I open the front one, glaring at a large alpha in an expensive suit. A fancy sports car is parked at the curb. His watch looks like it costs more than the suit. High pack.
“Can I help you?”
The guy appraises me with keen, mismatched eyes. “Trev?”
I cross my arms and widen my stance, feeling the guys fan out behind me in the living room. “Who wants to know?”
“I’m Cory, a Royal Pack ambassador.” His gaze moves to the guys. “Is this your pack?”
“Yeah.” I rub my head. “Care to explain why you’re here? I’m assuming this isn’t a social call.”
“You assume correctly. I’m here to follow up on an investigation Camila did. The missing omega.”
I keep my face blank. “She didn’t write a report?”
“Oh, she did. Cornelius wanted me to personally come talk to the alphas who last saw the omega. Make sure there’s nothing inappropriate going on.”
“You lost me. The omega was dropped off at her family home.”
“Right… I checked with the mother, and she seemed surprised to learn her daughter had been brought home.”
I lift an eyebrow. “Okay.”
Cory narrows his eyes. “She didn’t remember anyone dropping her daughter off, but apparently the mother likes to drink.”
“So you found the omega?” I ask, wrinkling my forehead to look confused.
“No, actually. The mother didn’t know where her daughter was, which made me think that perhaps the daughter had never come home after all.”
“Do you want us to issue a missing persons? I was under the impression that Camila would handle the case. Had I known this was still an issue, I would have acted sooner. The chances of finding a missing person after forty-eight hours aren’t good.”
“I know.” Cory inhales deeply, eyebrows pinching together.
I stiffen and step onto the porch, easing the door shut. Whitney’s scent is probably all over the place. I should have closed the door to begin with. “Listen.” I lower my voice to make it seem like I don’t want the rest of my pack to hear. “How much heat are we going to catch for this? My guys did their jobs, but we can’t be responsible for an omega making reckless choices.”
“No, I suppose not…” Cory trails off and tips his head. “Your house smells like chocolate and cinnamon.”
“Candles.”
He frowns. “I don’t have to tell you what happens when you break the law, do I? You are a cop after all.”
