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Ihangupthe phone, swiveling around in my chair to gaze out the window.
We just got another hit. It looks as if another omega has forgotten her place in this world yet again, escaping the Omega Correction Compound of all wonderful places, and now she must be punished.
When will they ever learn?
Apparently, she’s a “highly dangerous“ individual. She attacked and murdered an officer with a shiv, and I almost chuckle at the mental image. A tiny five-foot omega attacking a full-grown six-foot alpha; I wish I could have been around to see it with my eyes.
Yet it’s no laughing matter. There is an untamed omega on the loose, and we must stop her before all hell breaks loose.
If any alphas get wind that there’s an unbonded omega ripe for the taking, they will swoop in and steal her, and then sell her at one of those illegal heat farms.
Death would be preferable to what she would have to endure there. Alphas will knot her left, right, and center if we don’t get our hands on her first, and we must find her before anyone else does.
All omegas are property of the government, and as a result, they are only allowed to breed within a controlled environment. Only the most privileged of alphas get the chance to knot a pretty omega and fill her with their young.
I was born that way myself. My birth mother was an omega, and I never got the chance to meet her. All I know about her is that my father paid a shit load of money to knot her, and then nine months later, I was born—one-half of a healthy set of twin boys.
My father really hit the jackpot. Two alpha sons for the price of one, but he was a good father. My adopted mother was beta, and as far as I’m concerned, she was my mother. She raised me and my brother and loved us fiercely.
As a beta woman, she couldn’t bear my father an alpha son, and only alphas are allowed to inherit the estate in my family.
Since my parents were rich, they could afford to pay the government the hefty sum for an omega. Many rich alphas even take omega wives and mistresses, so long as the omega has been corrected first at the compound.
That is why we must hunt down the escaped omega. They’re highly desirable, and their perfume alone is enough to drive an alpha insane.
Well, time to get to work. We have an omega to kill.
If only the omega just learned her place in the world and stayed at the compound. They have everything they could want and more, right? They live in sanctuaries. Surely, the government provides for their every need...
I click the intercom on my desk and alert my pack brothers. They’re not my biological brothers, but a pack of alphas can form a bond just like any old family.
“Sebastian, Isaac, get your asses in here. We have a hit.”
I let go of the button. Footsteps creak out in the hall, and then the door opens. A lesser man would likely jump through the window if they saw the dark gleam inside Sebastian’s black eyes. He’s a hardened killer, and he has absolutely no mercy when it comes to omegas. He’d gladly see every one of them dead since he hates them.
An omega abused him after all and then drove his father to suicide.She had been his father’s mistress, and if it wasn’t for her, then Sebastian may not have turned out to be such a monster.
He takes an armchair opposite my desk, and now we wait for the third member of our pack. I take the rare opportunity to study him. Sebastian has shoulder-length hair the color of his lifeless eyes, and he’s forever in that leather trench coat. He wears a permanent scowl over his face too, and he never smiles...
He stares ahead at me with a blank expression, and I bet he’s dreaming of the way he will exact his revenge on the omega. It’s not as if she was the one who abused him, but in Sebastian’s eyes, omegas are all one and the same.
We wait for Isaac in silence, and what’s that crazy idiot up to?The omega was last seen around the coastline just north of the island, so we need to start making arrangements ASAP. She jumped into the sea. The guards think she may have washed up dead on the shore nearby, and I bloody well hope she did. Or we’ll be wasting our time and resources otherwise.
But the money is just too damn good to resist.
Finally, Isaac enters the room, making a loud whooping sound as he dives for the spare chair.”Let’s do this! Team Cobra! Whoo!”
That’s our pack name. We chose it for ourselves. My birth name was Torrance, but I think Cobra suits me way better. We even have matching tattoos. I have one at the back of my skull, just along the shaved part of my head. Issac has one on his right arm, and Sebastian his chest.
Sebastian sighs, and there’s no missing the twitch of his eye as he grits his teeth. “Will you shut up.”
Isaac cackles like the little cretin he is, reaching across to ruffle Sebastian’s hair. “Cheer up, Bast. You get to hunt down a new omega today. I bet you’re excited.”
There’s no missing the evil flash inside Sebastian’s eyes as his mouth turns up at the corners, and he almost looks as if he’s going to smile.
“I do enjoy dismembering…” he intones, his voice dark and hollow.