Filed To Story: The Omega Destiny
“Thane, as you know, I trust you 100% and will assist you with anything you need. I fully support you in finding the member who is a mole and handling it as you see fit. I am working on alliances on my end and will willingly share whatever information you provide.” Alpha Clarke reassures me of where his allegiance stands. I have no doubt he means his words, and I make a mental note not to forget them either.
I look up as I see Tyler’s arms waving in the air, pointing to his cell phone. He grabs a piece of paper and scribbles out ‘Sonne’s phone just linked to Stevens.”
Cyrus laughs maniacally next to me as my face contorts into a huge smile. Both of our bloodlusts calling to each other.
Both of us know that we will be visiting Sonne very soon.
“This meeting is adjourned.”
Omega Bound
Apple, Tree
Thane
I have my reasons for not wanting to take my rightful seat of authority. One of them is the fact that I do not want the shifter world to think that I am there to control everybody and take anything from them. These Alphas have spent decades without oversight, and suddenly having somebody above them may not go over well.
I don’t want to deal with the headaches until I have my pack sorted out.
The other reason is more personal.
I think over all of this during the eight-hour drive to Alpha Sonne’s pack. His pack will consider his abduction an act of war, unless I hold my rightful seat.
I also do not care what they think at the moment.
I want answers, and I want them now.
We douse ourselves in scent blocker and hide our vehicles two miles from the pack border. We will use the cover of night to infiltrate Sonne’s home. Then he will be relocated to mine.
In the damn dungeon.
“We have no idea who is dirty and who is not. We attempt to go non-lethal for as long as possible.”
“That’s no fun.” Cyrus interrupts.
“You get to cause a distraction. Blow something up. Tyler, how long can you take the power grid down?”
“By the looks of it, I can probably shut it down for 30-40 minutes.”
“How are we on locating his current whereabouts?” I ask Tyler, who is studying his laptop. Fingers furiously typing away.
“Their camera feeds show him in his office on the third floor of this building…first door on the right after the stairs,” Tyler points to the map on the hood of the SUV, which is now our makeshift office.
“The building registers as a complex of offices, not within a pack house, Tyler explains.
Apple, Tree
Sonne having an office outside of the pack house will keep the casualty number down, if we can get in and out unnoticed.
“Easier to infiltrate,” Damon states. I almost didn’t bring him, since he remains unmated, but he trains our fighters, and I need his strength and instincts.
He also refused to stay behind.
“Exactly,” I respond, nodding to my team. “Gear up.”
We walk the two miles to their border in the cover of night, wearing all black. Once at the border, it is a matter of how quietly we can infiltrate their land. The pack is decent-sized and more affluent in some ways compared to mine. We are much larger, but they care more about how they look to the outside world.
Grand architecture, jewels, and statues.
What is the point?
We move carefully and quietly with our packs on our backs and weapons at the ready, as if we have all the time in the world. Patience is essential; a hasty move can reveal our location, and that could mean game over.
I signal to my boys as I hear footsteps in the distance. We take our preplanned cover silently and wait.
Observation of the shifters shows that they can sense a presence in their territory, but have no idea where or who. Instincts are telling them something isn’t quite right.
Their instincts are correct.
Two border patrol guards stumble upon our location, scanning the area looking for the threat.
They will not find us because they are looking out into the shadows of the forest instead of looking up into the trees.
Where we wait.
“I don’t hear anything, and I don’t see anything. My shift is up in five minutes, and I do not have the time to dick around/out here. I have plans.”
“Let me guess a bottle and a pocket pussy?”
“No, you idiot. I got my hands on x.”
Apple, Tree
What? How did you get it?”
‘1 swiped it from Alpha’s office after the border meeting last night. He won’t miss a fee pills.
“Shit. Who are you going to use it on?’
“I plan on taking one down to Den and slipping it to Maggie. She will be in heat within 30 minutes and all fucking mine.”
‘Damn, give me one.”
“Fine, but you owe me.”
I signal to Cyrus and Damon after hearing the conversation between the border guards about spiking drinks with heat-inducing drugs.
My boys leap from the tree and land silently behind the guards. They have a split second to tense before Damon and Cyrus snap their necks and lower their dead bodies to the ground.
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On her wedding anniversary, Alicia is drugged and stumbles into the wrong room—straight into the arms of the powerful Caden Ward, a man rumored never to touch women. Their night of passion shocks even him, especially when he discovers she’s still a virgin after two years of marriage to Joshua Yates.