Page 151 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“I don’t think he was. At the very least, we should be prepared for the worst-case scenario. Especially with your mother’s threat to tell Camila.”
“Will it ever end?” Whitney asks.
It kills me that I can’t give her the answer she wants. This is our life now.
* * *
Wednesday, I’m in the middle of lunch when my phone rings. The captain’s number flashes across the caller ID so I drop my sandwich and pick the phone up.
“Captain.”
“I need you on a call. Some high pack omega was attacked. SWAT is on the way, but I need someone I can trust to do a good job on the ground. Go see what’s happening.”
“You have the address?” He rattles it off, and I scribble it on a scrap of paper. “Got it. I’m on my way.”
“This is Pack Bullet. They’re important.”
Cornelius’ son’s pack. The highest pack. Fucking hell.
“Understood, sir.”
He disconnects the call, and I shove my phone in my pocket and grab my keys off the desk. Asher is at his desk, so I grab him and we take my SUV out of the city. The high pack homes out here range from mini-mansions to actual mansions. Out in Apan Valley, there are no low pack homes. The only reason someone from a low pack would be out here is if they were working, cleaning up after the rich and privileged.
The driveway to the mansion where the attack happened is long and lined with trees. Asher whistles and mutters something about rich bastards under his breath. I grunt in agreement and pull off to the side, parking away from the rest of the emergency vehicles. I spot Morris.
“Come on,” I say to Asher, jumping out of the car and strutting over to the detective.
He sees me coming and pulls away from an EMS to meet me in the middle of the driveway. “Hey, Trev. Captain called you out?”
I nod. “Yup. Same old, same old.” I tip my chin toward the house. “Status?”
“Right. The pack omega was inside. The perp disabled the alarm system and came in through the back. She fought him hard and managed to hit the panic button. Cut him. But he got her down in the end. We found him pulling her down the stairs.”
“The omega?”
“She’s okay. Getting checked out now. She’ll be lucky if she doesn’t have a concussion. Bruising on her ribs. Nothing felt broken, but I’m not a doctor.”
“And the perp?” Asher asks, eyeing the mansion.
“Inside. She gave it to him good.” Morris laughs. “It’s too bad he knocked her out. I bet she would have given him a run for his money.”
A car tears down the driveway and the three of us step to the side. The man behind the wheel doesn’t even blink twice when he rushes by us. He’s going so fast he has to pull a dangerous maneuver that sends the car careening to the side.
“Who the fuck is that?” Morris barks toward the vehicle.
Three alphas jump out, wasting no time dashing into the home. I recognize one of them as the alpha who came to our house to inquire about Whitney.
“Looks like the pack is all here,” I mutter, glancing at Morris. “Once the perp is done with the EMS, I’d like to talk to him.”
“Yes, sir. So long as I can listen in for my report.”
“Of course. Thanks, Morris.”
A shout comes from inside the house and Morris huffs.
“Damn alphas,” he says before turning and running to take care of things.
I snicker and study the property. “The security system on a place like this has to be near impossible to disable.”
