Just me and my alphas.
One of the bodyguards passed me on his way out the door. Gave me a nod. They were no better than Mark. There were times they had front-row seats to my abuse, and they slid their sunglasses on or looked the other way.
Last night, before I collapsed into bed, I prayed to the Goddess to give me a chance. Just one moment in this hell of a life to escape. I begged her for a split second, one that would change my life forever.
Maybe I simply needed to be patient. I’d only told the alphas last night that I needed help, and I wasn’t 100 percent sure they’d received the message. Mark didn’t let me out of his sight the rest of the night. Not even to use the restroom. He asked one of his goons to wait outside.
He might never let me out of this house again. I scrubbed and shined the marble countertops and moved to the fridge. Every item had to be label-facing and each shelf organized. I got that done in no time but my eyes were on the window and the glass door in between tasks. My omega told me to stay in the kitchen. Hover near the door.
Wait for my alphas.
I had more faith in three people I’d met the day before than I ever had in Mark. Even when he was nice to me, bordering on obsessed, he wasn’t sincere. Just acting. All for show.
I’d swept and mopped the kitchen and dining area and was sliding the rugs back in place when I saw a truck pull up to the back door.
I walked over to the door and slipped on my flip-flops for no other reason than intuition. A lump formed in my throat, and I reached for the doorknob, struggling for breath after breath. Tingling started at the top of my head and trickled down until my whole body flushed with warmth.
I slapped my other hand over my mouth, muffling a whimper. The driver got out and spoke to the bodyguard. Handed over some paperwork. Whatever it was made the goon come to the door.
“Everything okay?” I choked out as he came inside.
“Paperwork to be hand delivered to the boss, ma’am.”
He left the door the door open and continued into the main part of the house. I dared to look at the driver. Cashel. From the night before.
One of my alphas.
Our eyes met. He nodded at me while opening the back door of the cab. Another whimper.
My feet made the decision for me. I scrambled in, and Cashel shut the door behind me without a word. He drove offwhile I held my breath and moved to the back door to watch the door as we left the place that was supposed to be home.
No one came. No alarms. No screaming. No one running out of the house.
No one saw me.
I was free.
Chapter Ten
Cashel
“Isabella, stay down, please. So no one spots you on the drive home.”
She nodded and sat in the seat and buckled her seat belt. Her eyes never left the house and, even when we turned onto the street, and then the highway, she was rigid, staring, holding her breath.
Thank the Goddess, she got my hint. Everything had gone perfectly. Things fell right into place. The guards from the day before had changed today, so no one recognized me. The man asked no questions when I told him the plans had to be hand delivered. Isabella was standing at the door when I arrived.
It couldn’t have been more perfect.
“Call Lyon,” I instructed the dash screen. He picked up right away. “Please tell me you got her.”
Isabella’s attention turned to me. “Yes. She’s here with me. I’m ten minutes out.”
“Thank the Goddess,” York said. I must’ve been on speaker. “We’ll be outside when you arrive.”
We had a long road ahead of us. We knew that going in. Mark would certainly hunt us down. Us and Isabella. He would search and use all his connections, which were many, to find his omega. Not because he wanted her but because he lost control of her. If she went back, she might not live to tell the tale.
If we had our way, he would never find her.
