But then there’s a flash of colour, a woman in high heels with pale pink hair rushing in. Even with her back to the camera, it’s clear she’s focused on the alpha.
We all watch, locked onto this woman as she walks…towardshim.
“What the fuck is she doing? He’s triple her size.” Valentin’s voice is tight, like his teeth are gritted.
When the towering alpha turns to her, my alpha grumbles, and our bond rushes with tension. I’m about to tell Syl to stop the video—when her right hook connects with the alpha’s nose.
“Fuckinghell,” Luc murmurs, a slow grin curling his lips until it’s as wide as Rue’s.
“That’smy sister,” he says proudly.
There’s blood pouring down the alpha’s face, his nose clearly broken as he stumbles back. But what happens now? She just punched an aggressive alpha. How on earth does this end well?
In the footage, his body tenses, and then she steps even closer. Our growls fill the room, jaws locked in preparation for the alpha to—
Be pushed down by her hand, into a chair, andstay there.
Just when I thought this couldn’t get crazier, she lunges for him, placing the blade of her scissors to his throat.
Luc’s knife drops to the table with a loud clink. “Rue… is your sister an alpha?”
We all know there’s no chance, but he still has to ask. She’s so small and curvy. She must be a beta—
“Omega.”
Our heads all snap to him.
An omega didthatto an alpha?
I’m already back to the video, watching how she never takes her eyes off the bleeding alpha while people start bringing her wires to tie him up. Then the footage ends.
“As you’ve all seen, my little sister can kick ass,” he says, so smug and proud.
I don’t blame him. That was impressive.
“But she’s only one person. She owns a big salon that has predominantly omega staff and clients, so she needs—”
“—security,” Syl finishes for him, his eyes still on the black screen.
I turn to Rue, his beaming grin too wide to be sincere, but it soon wavers when he meets my stern expression. “Rue, you know our clientele.”
“Kaiden, sir,pleasehelp me out. I trust you guys. I trust everyone at this firm. I know she isn’t a high-profile politician or an A-list celeb, but she’s my little sister.”
“There are other firms that are equipped for this low-level job.” Syl swipes over his tablet, and Rue’s phone pings. “I’ve sent you several.”
Rue shakes his head. “I don’t know them. I don’t trust them.”
“We don’t have the capacity,” I state, calm but stern. “We have a waitlist of clients, government officials, royalty. I understand your concern, and I appreciate your respect for this firm, but it’s not possible at this time.”
Rue’s gaze searches each of us, but even Luc is silent, threading the blade between his fingers again.
He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. “I know. Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to waste your time, it’s just…” He shakes his head, hand clenching into a fist on the table as he seeks me out again. “You know what omegas are told all their lives, right? Find a rich pack, get claimed, have some pups. But that’s not Revea.”
Revea.
That’s her name.
He’s never told us that before, and I’m not sure who it is, but someone repeats it down the pack bond.
