“Hi, Josie,” Donovan said, taking a few careful steps towards me.
“Stop right there,” I cried out.
“Okay, I won’t come any closer. I just don’t want you to fall. If you want to leave, I’ll show you where the front door is. Promise,” he said, continuing to talk in that calm, measured way. “You remember me, right? You came to my house for the cocktail party with your alphas. I sent you the painting?”
I gave him a slight nod, and he exhaled with relief.
“Genevieve said you thought we would help you, and you were right. We’re part of the Alliance. Everyone’s been scared shitless since you were taken. We thought you might be at Jacoby’s house, but we didn’t have a way in.”
My brain didn’t know how to compute this… good news? Had something actually gone right?
“Why don’t you come down from the window? I’m worried you’ll lose your balance,” Donovan said.
I nodded, but when I tried to move my limbs, they felt frozen.
“Do you need help, darling?”
My lip trembled. I couldn’t respond. I felt my grip on the window slipping.
I cried out when two hands gripped my arms and pulled me into the room. I crumpled to the floor and crawled away from Donovan and Jackson.
“You’re okay. I won’t touch you again,” Donovan said, crouching down so he was on my level but staying several feet away.
“Where’s Genevieve?” I asked. My back hit the bedroom wall and I curled up tightly, ignoring the strain the position put on my wound.
“She’s sleeping,” Jackson said. “She was... really run down.”
By the way he clenched his jaw, I guessed his words were an understatement. I sent silent thanks to Genevieve for getting us here, even with how frail she’d been. I owed my life to her.
“Will she be okay?”
“We’ll make sure she is,” Donovan said with a soft smile. “Omegas have to stick together, right?”
I hesitated before giving him a tiny nod.
“We cleaned and wrapped your wound, but you need to have a doctor look at it,” Jackson said.
“No doctors,” I whispered.
“You know Angie, right?” Donovan asked. “Would it be okay if she looked over you?”
“How does she know I’m here?” I asked, heart racing.
“This house is serving as a sort of headquarters for the Alliance. We’re closing in on dismantling this god-forsaken government. Angie and her pack are staying here, and Amirah will join us soon. And don’t worry, we’ll get your alphas out of prison. This trial is a sham.”
The world around me stopped. Everything stopped.
“What?” I choked out.
“Did you not know about the trial?” Donovan asked, glancing over at Jackson. “I thought Glen would have told you. Your alphas were charged with several bullshit charges, and the government is putting them through a public trial. It’s going to be televised. It’s all a fucking sham. But don’t worry, we’re working to get them out.”
“They’re alive?” I whimpered. Tremors overtook my body.
“Oh, honey, did you think they weren’t?” Donovan said, reaching out a hesitant hand to touch mine. This time I didn’t shy away from the touch. I needed something concrete to tell me I wasn’t dreaming.
“They’re alive, I promise. And we’re going to get them back to you.”
ChapterThirty-Four
