They still freak me out just as much.
“Listen, I know this must be crazy, but you have to calm down if you want to help your mate.”
I freeze at the mention of Mirabelle, my lips peeling back in a snarl.
“Ah, so she is your mate, then,” Madden nods slowly.
“Where... is... she...” I growl, fighting to get the words out.
My pulse roars through my veins.
I desperately seek out her presence through our bond. Panic claws at my throat.
I can’t feel her.
She’s just... gone.
“Where. Is. She!” I roar.
“She’s safe, I promise,” Madden says.
Like I would trust the word of a random guy.
“Fuck, I’m going about this the wrong way,” he grumbles, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Look, you have to calm down if you want a chance at seeing her again, okay?”
This stops me in my tracks.
They have Mirabelle.
I don’t know where. I don’t know why, but this man, these people are keeping her from me.
I know these games.
“Do not... hurt her...” I growl through gritted teeth. “I will... cooperate.”
Madden winces, letting out a tired sigh.
“We have no intention of hurting her. My pack, we workclosely with the Omega Center. That’s where she is right now. Receiving treatment. She’s safe, I promise.”
His words don’t make sense to me.
“Why keep me? From her?” I ask, my jaw working as I struggle to keep my tone even.
“Because the police were worried you were a threat. You sent one of their men to the hospital. The protocol for feral alphas is... It’s new. We’ve only recently had to deal with you in this number. We don’t have a protocol set for feral alphas with omega mates, let alone omega mates in acute distress.”
He’s saying a lot of words. Not a lot of them are helpful.
“What do you want? From me?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.
“Information, mostly. Let’s start with something easy. What’s your name?”
“Rage.”
“That’s an... interesting name.”
“I was given it,” I shrug.
“Okay, Rage, what’s your relationship to the beta found in that room? Rowan Mercer?”
