The three alphas from the night before stood in front of her.
Chapter Four
Alison crossed her arms and leaned against the large desk in the gym manager’s office, which he’d been only too happy to offer for their little talk.
While Alison didn’twantto talk to the three, she figured it was better to do it there than risk them infiltrating her life any further.
“Cops or not, stalking is illegal,” she said.
The one with a busted nose—and didn’tthatcheer her up?—answered. “We aren’t cops and we didn’t stalk you.” He lifted his hand when she went to argue. “That is Daniel, my name is Kyle, and we are FBI agents.”
“Same difference. The law is the law,” she reminded them.
Alison had no love for law enforcement. Sure, some of them were good, she’d bet. However, she’d seen enough do nothing, had seen them turn a blind eye to horrible things, all because it benefited them to do so. And even if she honestly believed all cops were good, that they were doing their best, they were still helpinga corrupt system that constantly shoved omegas into danger and servitude.
“And him?” She nodded at the largest of the three, the one she’d tangled with the most the other night.
“Trent,” he said. “Not FBI. Just someone in the wrong place, wrong time.”
Well, that she could understand. Wasn’t that how she’d gotten there, too? Still, in the light of the office, she was able to get a better look.
Trent was, by far, the most striking. She wouldn’t call him handsome so much as powerful. His broad shoulders and height meant he took up far too much space in the small room, and his shaved head didn’t soften him at all. He looked every bit the dangerous man he’d proven himself to be the night before.
Or perhaps part of that was how different he seemed from the other two. He and Daniel were opposites, with Daniel being soft in all the ways Trent wasn’t. The soft, short, dark hair which Daniel wore offset his brown eyes and his ‘you can trust me’ face.
And Kyle? He sat in between them, smaller than Trent yet more muscular than Daniel. His hair was pushed backward, and a thin mustache and goatee made him look a bit like a stereotypical bad cop. Still, those blue eyes of his were set off by the darkness of his hair.
“So, you tracked me down. Now what?”
“We aren’t going to arrest you,” Daniel said.
“Then again, I ask, now what?”
“We had a chance to talk with a friend of yours.”
“I doubt it. I don’t have friends.”
“Tiffany.”
The name caused a shot of anxiety to surge through her. “If you did anything to her—”
“We didn’t. We were the ones who helped make sure she was safe a few months ago. When we described the omega who didthatto Kyle’s nose, she seemed to know exactly who we were talking about.”
“And she told you?” A sickness settled into Alison at the idea of being outed that way. This was why she kept her distance. Being around people was a risk, one she needed to knock off.
“She didn’t,” Kyle cut in. “Trent figured out your gym based on how you fought. Only so many places in town you could have gone to learn that. Kane offered up a bit, but only the basics. Said you were known for protecting omegas, and that you’d fallen off the radar for a while. You’ve been worrying your friends.”
“Again, I don’t have friends.”
“Funny, that isn’t whattheysay.” Kyle lifted an eyebrow as if that were some telling statement.
It wasn’t. Other people liked to romanticize relationships, and they loved doing it with her. They probably saw her as some lost puppy needing a pack, so even if they weren’t actually close, other people liked to pretend there were connections that didn’t exist.
“Your point? I’m getting bored.”
Trent’s lips curled up at that, but he still didn’t speak.
Daniel kept going. “We know you were going after the slavery ring.”
