Page 150 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“What are you getting at?” I scowl at him and tighten my fists at my sides.
“My visit is just the beginning. The Royal Council seems to think you have something to do with the omega’s disappearance. You’re legally obligated to help with the investigation.”
Keeping my lips pressed together, I simply stare at him. He’s trying to scare me into a confession. That or he’s got some other motive. Either way, I don’t trust him. He’s high pack. He’s the Royal Council’s lapdog.
Releasing a hard breath, Cory rubs his hand over his jaw. “I’m not sure what you’ve gotten yourself into, but a smart pack would know they’re being watched. Every move you make is being monitored. If there’s any evidence of the omega in this house, you know what they’ll do.”
They. He speaks as though he isn’t a part of it.
“You’ll send your dogs in.”
“It’s not my choice.” His eyes grow cold. “If it were up to me, none of this would matter.”
“How sweet, the high pack alpha dreaming up ways to make the world better.” Yeah, I’m being a dick, but my hackles are up and it’s either this or punch him in the face.
“I’m not the only one.” He steps closer. “Sooner or later, something’s got to give.”
“And Cornelius is going to be the one to make things better?” I scoff and jerk my thumb to the side. “Get the fuck off my porch.”
Cory growls, his alpha instinct not appreciating me commanding him. “Don’t be stupid. Your pack will be fine, but the omega?” He pushes into my space. “She won’t be, and the only person you’ll have to blame is yourself.”
I hold his stare, refusing to budge. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
His derisive laugh sets my teeth on edge. “Your left eye twitches when you lie, did you know that?”
I blink. “Are you done?”
“I can only hold them off for so long.” He takes a step back. “Pack Cocker is under official surveillance.”
“And when the omega turns up somewhere else?”
He shakes his head. “We both know that won’t happen.” Turning, he walks down the porch steps and pauses, glancing over his shoulder. “Your file lists your pack as unmated, but your house smells like a fresh heat.”
Grinding my teeth, I hold my ground and stay silent.
“I suggest investing in air filters.” With that sage advice, the asshole turns and heads back to his sporty car.
I stand on the porch long after he leaves, seething. They’ve been watching us? For how long? It can’t have been long. Whitney’s been outside recently. Cory said his visit was the beginning. I can only take that to mean the surveillance has just begun. Spinning on my heel, I stalk inside the house. The guys are waiting for me on the other side of the door, faces drawn and lined with worry.
“We should run,” Asher says. “My mom would be happy to let us stay.”
“No. Nothing can change.” I look at Avi. “Everything has to be status quo. Anything out of the ordinary will give them an excuse to break our door down.”
Avi nods and glances down the hall. “I’ll make sure she’s safe.”
“What about when you have class on Tuesday?” Hayden drums his fingers on his pant leg. “She can’t be left alone. Maybe I can take a personal day.”
I grimace. “No. She’ll have to stay alone.” They all growl, and my own rumbles in my chest. “Trust me, I don’t like it either, but one wrong move and it’s over.”
“I don’t like it,” Hayden says.
“I’ll be okay. It’s one day.” Whitney walks down the hall, carrying Hayden’s shotgun. “They won’t take me without a fight.”
My chest tightens as she approaches. The thought of losing her—No. I can’t even think about it. She stops in front of us, the barrel of the gun directed at the ceiling.
“You’ll need more than a shotgun.” I glance at the guys. “We’ll leave her with a rifle.” More bullets means less reloading and less chance of her being hurt. “And she’ll have her phone. We can check in every hour.”
“Do you think we should be worried? What if he was bluffing?”
