“We’ll find out what addresses are registered in her name,” the officer promised. “Write down the names of her alphas, and I’ll update the file.”
“She’s renting. There won’t be anything registered in her name.”
“Good to know, thank you.”
I wanted to spit those words back in his face, but Hunter’s and Avery’s hands on my shoulder kept me quiet.
“What do we do now?” Avery asked the officer.
“You can look for the omegas if you want, but otherwise go home and wait.”
Fat fucking chance of that happening. I wasn’t going to sit by while my omega needed us.
Chapter 49
Clover
After hours left alone in the cold and dark, the door cracked open and a bottle of iced tea, followed by two plastic-wrapped sandwiches, flew through the opening.
Maggie jolted to her feet, throwing herself at the door, but it was shut and locked when she hit it. “Wait! Please, at least tell us what you want. Why are we here?”
She was met with silence. Her fist slammed against the door, a growl tearing out of her throat.
Murmurs filtered through the ceiling vent on the far side of the basement. I caught a few words, wandering over closer to listen. “Hewill! We’ve got the tramp.”
“He’s not answering.”
“Get her to call him,” a female voice hissed.
“We tossed their phones when we grabbed them.”
“Well, go andget them.”
They devolved into fighting.
Maggie slid to my side, staring up at the vent. “Hey, fuckers! Stop being such a bunch of useless cunts and tell us why we’re here.”
“Um, maybe let’s not piss off the captors?” I whispered.
“Shut up and eat your food.” The female voice was louder this time, maybe she was on her knees at the vent. “You’re not leaving that basement until we get what’s ours.”
Another painful cramp hit me, and I bent over, groaning as it circled my midsection.
“Clover, what the fuck was that?” Maggie whispered, her eyes wide and full of panic as I stood back up, the wave of agony over. I’d been trying to hide them from her, but that last one had been too strong.
“It’s nothing.” It had to be.
“It’s notnothing. That seemed serious. Was it a contraction? How long have you been having them?”
I scrunched my eyes closed. I didn’t want to admit how long it had been or what was probably happening, because I was in the worst possible place forthatto be happening.
Maggie wasn’t backing off, eyeing me hard as I stood there, nervous that it would happen again, and quicker this time. “Clover, answer me,” Maggie demanded, laying her hands on my shoulders like she was trying to keep me steady.
“I’ve been feeling twinges off and on for a few days, I guess.”
“Why didn’t you go to the hospital? Did you tell the guys?”
“They’re not—” I stopped myself. I had no idea how long I had been in labor for. “The pains have been going on for days, but they weren’t bad. Whenever the guys felt it through the bond and commented on it, I just told them thateverythingwas uncomfortable this late into pregnancy, ‘cause itis. I didn’t want to panic anyone, and they’d have sent me home to wait if I’d gone in too early.”
