“Not sure I’ve really done anything,” I said, curling up more in my blanket. But more and more, the words rang false even to my ears.
Nico scowled and something about it reminded me so much of Cam. “Don’t sell yourself short. We wouldn’t have the alpha tabs if not for your device. We wouldn’t have this intel without you. When we take down the government, it will be because of you, Josie.”
“That’s right,” Terrance said, giving me a warm smile. “In the next couple of days, we’re going to have a lot of people joining us here so we can strategize how to take down these facilities. Amirah and her pack are coming. Lilah messaged that they’re on their way.”
“Who’s Lilah?”
Donovan’s face lit up. “You don’t know? Honestly, we just made the connection ourselves. Lilah is Ben’s sister and the scientist behind the tabs and serum.”
“What?” I gasped. “Ben didn’t tell me?”
“Her identity has been kept top secret until now, but she insisted on being here since we’re assuming most of these omegas,” Donovan said, gesturing at the papers, “have devices implanted in them.”
“But how can you be sure it’s safe for everyone to come here?” I asked, anxiety rushing through me at the thought of anything happening to Ben’s sister.
“There are back roads into the province that aren’t heavily monitored, and we have a lot of the border patrol agents on our side. But ultimately, it comes down to the fact that the Designation Government is falling apart right before our fucking eyes. Glen, Jericho, Richard, and all the other shitheads are losing control. Too many people are fighting back now and they’re making mistakes. That’s what will make it possible for us to get rid of them once and for all,” Donovan said.
“We’re in the endgame now,” Jackson said, rubbing his hands together.
Nico and Terrance groaned.
“We’re still not doing a Marvel marathon,” Nico said, shaking his finger at Jackson, who just chuckled.
I laughed along with them, ignoring the pain in my leg and my exhaustion as I reached for another slice of pizza. I snuggled back into the plush blanket and watched as Pack Turro bantered, fought, kissed, and hugged, feeling a happy kind of longing that this could be what awaited my pack if only we had the chance.
The province was nearing a tipping point, and I would be part of it, playing an essential role in taking down the government.
My scent turned bright as I sat forward. Pack Turro all shot me smiles as they continued planning the next moves, and I noted familiar names from each designation from across territories. A fierceness filled me. We were doing this. We would get my guys and take down Glen and the whole damn Designation Government. My alphas had rescued me from my bleak life. They had healed me, loved me, protected me. Now it was my turn. I would rescue them.
My omega purred with satisfaction. This was a plan we could get behind, a single-minded motivation to live and fight for our alphas.
ChapterThirty-Eight
Josie
Iwas crouched by the side of my bed in the pitch black, my heart racing before I realized something must have startled me awake. Fear flooded me as I curled up on the floor, the darkness pressing in on all sides. I held my breath, keeping completely still as my body braced for a threat. A soft knock on the door had me jolting. I looked around, cursing that I hadn’t asked Donovan to get me a weapon.
“Josie, it’s me,” a voice whispered through the door. A shuddering breath left me, and I almost collapsed on the bed as tears sprang to my eyes.
Sam.
I stumbled to the door, hitting my knee on the nightstand before throwing it open. Sam immediately pulled me into his chest and wrapped me in his arms. I sobbed as I breathed in his familiar scent.
“You’re okay, shhh,” he murmured, rocking me back and forth as my tears soaked his sweatshirt.
A gentle hand touched my shoulder. “Hi, Josie,” Gerald whispered.
“How are you here?” I asked, pulling away to look at them both, the soft hall light illuminating their faces.
“Would have been here sooner if Pack Turro had responded to me quicker,” Sam said, scowling down the hallway.
Gerald cleared his throat in disapproval. “They didn’t know who we were,” he said, squeezing Sam’s shoulder. “They were just trying to protect Josie.”
“How did you even get in?” I asked, wiping the tears off my face as I tried to suppress a yawn.
“Nico,” Sam responded.
“I suggested we wait until a more reasonable hour to wake you,” Gerald said with a grin. “But these ridiculous alphas do what they want.”
