“No,” Christian answers firmly. “In fact, I signed your release papers yesterday. Harper has effectively been released from the compound and is now a permanent part of your pack.”
“So if it wasn’t the compound…,” Gabe mutters, swaying beside me as Ace wraps an arm around him. I think back to the moments I remember before passing out.
“Fucking Jason,” I growl, and everyone turns to me. “He was inside the vehicle. I saw him before they got me.”
Christian swears colorfully. “I fired him weeks ago. Straight after you left with Harper. If it’s him, he’s not doing this as part of the OC. But his father has his own money.”
Everyone growls, and fury comes over me at the idea of that asshole being anywhere near Harper.
“Can you track her collar?” Rogue asks.
“Give me ten minutes.” Christian hangs up the phone and we stare at each other.
“Let’s suit up,” Rogue orders grimly. We all head into the house, pulling on our combat uniforms and boots. When I duck back into the kitchen, Gabe is sliding knives into a holster on his leg.
He looks at me, his hazel eyes filled with defiant challenge.
“I’m going,” he says firmly. Ace stands behind him, arms crossed. I nod and start stocking up my own weapons silently.
I force my mind away from images of what could be happening to Harper. I have to focus.
Rogue sweeps into the kitchen, dominance bleeding off him. Ezra follows behind him, concern in his eyes. I wonder what he sees. If this is history repeating itself.
I clench my jaw, staring down at the gun in front of me. I won’t let that happen. None of us will.
Rogue spreads a map out on the table, circling a location. “We have a lead. The collar is heading in this direction.” He points at a route leading out of the city.
We can assume the collar is still on since the compound has a special tool to remove it without hurting the omega. I doubt Jason has access.
“How long were we out?” I ask, staring at the dot.
“Around two hours,” Ace answers. His voice is pure ice, the shadow taking over.
That means they have a two-hour head start on us.
“Let’s go,” Rogue orders. Ezra follows us out.
“You’ll get her back,” he says, conviction in his voice. Ace grabs his shoulder tightly, squeezing, before throwing himself into the back of the truck.
I duck into the passenger seat, biting back a curse at the scent of our previous evening hanging strongly in the air. Gabe chokes, and Ace tucks him under his arm.
Rogue slides into the driving seat. His nostrils flare but otherwise, he doesn’t respond, in full-on mission mode. “We ready?” he asks gruffly. His eyes slide across us, assessing.
He doesn’t wait for a response before he pulls out.
I’m coming, Princess,I promise her.We’re all coming.
I pray to the fucking gods that we’ll get there in time.
ChapterForty-Four
Harper
So cold.
My teeth chatter as I squint at the bright light shining in my face. When I raise my arm to block it out, my wrists pull tight against metal.
I tug. I’m on some sort of metal table. The cold soaks into my bones and I shake, realizing that I’m not wearing any clothes.
