Page 152 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
Scrubbing his jaw in contemplation, Asher nods. “There are three cameras in the front and a small Ascension sign in those bushes.” He points to some shrubs.
Sure enough, there’s a little sign for the best security company in all of Dolin.
“There’s no way this guy disabled the alarms by himself.”
Asher shrugs. “Guess we’ll have to wait and find out when we talk to him.”
While we wait, we check in with the rest of the team. No one has more information. An onsite security guard was knocked out during the attack, but he has no recollection of what happened. Morris escorts the perp to where Asher and I are waiting by the cars, sitting him on the top of the hood of the nearest vehicle. His hands are cuffed behind his back, but that doesn’t mean he won’t run. If he’s desperate enough, he’ll run.
The guy’s gaze bounces between me and Asher.
“What’s your name?” I put my hands on my hips to take up more space.
“Elliot.”
“Tell me what you did.” I use my alpha bark on him. He’s a low pack alpha, but I’d bet my money my command is stronger than his.
He scowls. “Took down the alarm system.”
“No shit,” Asher chirps.
“Look,” I say, stepping closer. “Let’s not make this harder than it has to be. Tell me what I want to know and we’ll be done.”
Face turning red, the guy grinds his teeth.
“I’m good with the hard way,” Asher says with a wicked smile.
I shoot him a warning look, but I don’t have to worry about Asher. The guy starts talking.
“It wasn’t my idea. The pack was the target. The omega was in the way.”
“So you weren’t there to hurt her?”
He gives me a cold look. “The order was to take out the pack. She was pack.”
“Why?”
“Aren’t you tired of the bullshit?”
I keep my face blank. I know exactly what he’s hinting at, but I can’t afford to play into that line of conversation. We’re at a high pack home. He wants to bring up shit that’ll get us all in trouble.
“How does killing this pack help you?” I ask instead.
“It’s not just one pack.” He smiles and flicks his gaze between me and Asher. “If they’re all dead, who’s going to stop us?”
“You’re targeting Royal Council members,” I surmise.
“To start.”
I growl a little. “Killing everyone who gets in your way?”
“Why not?” he asks with a laugh. “Over half the packs contract with Ascension. We have an in that they won’t suspect. Do you really want to stop this? This could be the change we’ve been waiting for.” He leans forward, eyes glinting with excitement. “When the high packs are gone, who do you think will be in charge?”
I snort. He’s trying to butter me up? “Get this fucker out of my sight. I need to make a call.”
“It doesn’t end with me.” The guy tries to resist Morris, but the detective is strong and quick. He grabs Elliot by the arm and hauls him off the car. “The revolution is on the way.”
Pressing my lips into a thin line, I wait until he’s well out of sight before cursing under my breath.
“It was bound to happen,” Asher says, running his hand through his hair. “There’s only so much people will take from the royals before all hell breaks loose.”
“I know.” I clench and unclench my fingers. The annoying thing is I agree with most of what Elliot wants to change. I’ll never endorse violence though.
Unease bunches my shoulders, and I dial the captain to give my report, praying the Royal Council will see reason before things turn really ugly.
