“You do, too, Genevieve. I hope you find it,” I said, meaning every word. Tears fell freely down my face and she nodded curtly before slipping out of the room.
The door clicked shut with finality, and I knew we had just said our last goodbye. It wasn’t a fairytale reunion, but it was closure, and it had stitched up one of the gashes I had carried in my heart. I wiped my tears and pulled the blanket tighter around me.
Determination filled me. We had the intel we needed on Glen. The Alliance was prepared to take him down, and I was going to get my alphas back.
ChapterThirty-Seven
Josie
Iwalked through Pack Turro’s house. It looked so different from the last time I was here when staff and partygoers filled the rooms. Today, the quiet was broken only by the chirping of the birds outside. The afternoon sun shone through the many windows, bouncing off the dark wood wainscotting and blue celestial-themed wallpaper in the hall. It felt like the house was giving me a hug.
I gripped the wooden banister as I made my way downstairs, trying to keep my weight off my injured leg. Angie said it was fine for me to walk on it, just to be careful of the stitches. Every step I took pulled on the wound, burning my skin.
I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and leaned against the wall. The lack of food from the past week and our harrowing escape left me weak. How had Genevieve survived Glen all this time?
I’d heard a car pulling out of the gravel driveway about an hour ago and knew she was on her way to a safe house. I searched myself for any lingering anger towards her, but it seemed to have finally dislodged from its dark spot in my heart. I really did hope she found happiness. I hoped we all would. We deserved it.
I pushed off the wall and kept walking, following the murmur of voices in the dining room.
I hovered in the doorway. Donovan was leaning over the large wooden table in the center of the room, sunlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and creating a halo behind his head. One of his alphas stood beside him with a light grip on the back of his neck. I remembered this alpha from the party—Terrance. He was just as huge as I remembered, his short, cropped hair dusted with silver. Jackson sat at the end of the table, looking at something on his laptop. He glanced up and smiled when he saw me, giving me a little wave.
“Josie! You should have asked for help to get downstairs. Please, take a seat,” he said, jumping up and holding a chair for me.
I eyed the chair, ready to insist I could stand when another wave of exhaustion rolled through me. I limped to the chair and sat down heavily. I needed to trust them and lean on them if I was going to free my alphas.
“Thanks,” I said, my voice coming out almost in a whisper. I cleared my throat.
“Let me get you something to drink and eat. Would you like coffee? Tea?” Jackson asked.
“Tea would be great,” I responded, and he rushed off. He reminded me of Ben, and my chest squeezed.
“Is there any news on my alphas?” I asked.
Terrance had moved partially behind Donovan, as if to hide his bulk to make me more comfortable. The more time I spent with alphas outside my family and the DA, the more I realized how wired they were to make omegas happy and comfortable.
“Actually, yes,” Donovan said gently. “Graham Leslie, the District Attorney, just announced that their trial is starting the day after tomorrow.”
My throat closed and I gasped for air, feeling like I was suffocating. Terrance lurched towards me and I realized I had whined. Donovan shot him a warning look, but Terrance made his way around the table towards me, walking slowly and keeping his hands loosely at his side. He kneeled in front of me, keeping enough space between us so I didn’t feel trapped. It reminded me of Cam being in the same position during our first meeting, and a few tears trickled down my face.
“Just breathe for me, sweet omega. This is good news. The public’s eyes will be on your alphas, meaning they’re safe enough for now. We’re going to make a plan to get them back to you.”
His energy wasn’t as calming or potent as my alphas, but it still soothed my omega.
“How?” I choked out. We were just a few miles from the courthouse and the idea of my guys being there but unable to get to them killed me. I wished we had already bonded so we could at least feel each other. The second they got back to me, I was biting them. No hesitations, no questions.
“We’re going to take down the entire fucking Designation Government,” Donovan said, rubbing his hands together and wearing a wide smile. “And we’re going to do it with the intel gathered from the Alliance’s most badass superspy.”
Terrance’s lips twitched as I looked between them.
“What?”
“That’s you,” Donovan said. “Or at least, it’s what you called yourself when we found you. You were a bit delirious.”
My cheeks burned.
“It’s a great name,” Terrance said, his voice gentle. “Because it’s true.”
I looked into his dark brown eyes and found only sincerity. The words from Donovan’s note floated back into my mind. Pack Turro certainly didn’t underestimate me. I allowed myself to feel the warmth of their kindness seep into me, bolstering me.
