“Glen has my sisters,” Dave said. “You have no idea what that’s like!”
A red haze of pure, feral rage fell over my eyes.
“I don’t know what it’slike? I’ve been tortured and abused. My alphas are dead!” My voice broke and I clenched my hand over my chest to keep myself together. “You are pathetic and weak. I know the shit you told Clementine. What did you think would happen when you started working for Glen—he and his cronies would get you closer to the power you deserve as a big, strong alpha? Your sisters would be fucking ashamed of you.”
Dave gripped his gun, his acidic scent assaulting me, but mixed in with his rage was a deep, sour shame.
“If you care about your sisters, you’ll let us go,” I continued, not giving him a chance to respond. “You owe me. You could have warned us what they were going to do at the DC, and you didn’t. You just fucking led me down that hallway.”
“They promised me they wouldn’t hurt you, just that they needed you away from your alphas for a private interview,” Dave said, unable to meet my gaze.
“Then you’re a fucking idiot,” I snarled.
Genevieve inhaled sharply. I knew I was being careless, but I couldn’t stop. I expected Dave to lift his gun or at least run at us. But instead, he seemed to curl in on himself, defeated.
“You’re right. I am. If I could go back and change it, I would.”
“Then make it better now,” Genevieve snapped. “And let us go.”
“He’ll catch you,” Dave said.
“Give us a head start,” I said.
Dave shifted his weight, looking uncomfortable.
“Either you’re sorry for what you did and are going to make it right, or you’re exactly the piece of shit I thought you were,” I said.
“If I let you go, Glen will kill my sisters,” he snarled.
“Not if we rescue them first,” I said.
Genevieve threw me a panicked glance. Now Dave could tell Glen what we planned to do, but I clung to the hope that Dave’s love for his sisters was strong enough for him to keep his mouth shut. Either Dave would let us go, or I would taunt him enough to kill me. Living as the omega slave of a vicious pack while my alphas lay dead was a worse fate than death.
“What are your sisters’ names?” I asked, desperate to keep him talking.
He glanced over his shoulder again before turning back to me. “Why should I trust that you’ll help them?”
“Because unlike you, I’m not a spineless sack of...”
Genevieve elbowed me in the side, forcing me to shift my weight to stay balanced. I whimpered at the pain, blood dripping down my leg.
“Shit, sorry,” she said.
Dave looked upset by my injury, and I remembered how kind he’d been when Pack Madden had bruised my wrist on the interview day.
“I know what it’s like to be trapped as an omega. Your sisters deserve better. We all deserve better. Do this and be worthy of them.”
Genevieve’s hand caught on the small, hidden latch. She propped me up against the wall as she pulled hard. The wall moved with a loud clunk, revealing an opening perfectly cut from the concrete. I wanted to help, but I could barely keep myself upright. I could feel the steady stream of blood trickling down my leg.
“You won’t get far,” Dave said. “You’re injured, and Glen won’t stop hunting you.”
“Let him try,” Genevieve spit out, startling Dave and me.
“Margaret and Jennifer,” Dave called out as Genevieve dragged us out the door, a shock of cold air hitting my skin.
I turned and met his gaze, giving him a curt nod before shutting the door solidly behind me.
Genevieve tightened her hold on me, dragging me away from the house. She didn’t stop as we headed into the woods. “Once we get further away, I’ll bind your leg.”
