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His paper isn’t doing as well as he thought it would, and it’sbecause a lot of his talent came over to work with Nina. Being able to work around your own hours speaks volumes.

“Well, fuck him. When you get back, we need to talk about the book signing,” Nina says, rubbing Juliette’s back. “Please be careful.”

I can’t even begin to say how proud of her I am. Her book is finished, self published, and she’s attending her first book signing soon.

“I will. Silas is going to let me borrow his plane. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Kissing our baby’s head and inhaling her sweet scent, I leave before I find that I can’t. I hate leaving her, and we’ve found that we can communicate through our bond until we leave town. After that, we no longer can.

It’s simply too far.

I have two duffle bags waiting for me downstairs, and I pick them up as I leave. Making sure everything is locked up tight, I get into my SUV and drive to the private gate for the plane.

In my bags is a change of clothes, black gloves, and the rest are various types of torture implements and things I’ll need. Thankfully, the flight isn’t long as I fly next to two alphas from Pack Alston who will be helping me. I have a small window, and I refuse to miss it.

Dr. Kind and Dr. Brunes have a Thursday poker night together on a rotating schedule once a month. I will just make it in time to catch them at Dr. Brunes’ house.

They’re both solitary men who live alone and like it that way. This just so happens to work for me as well. I approach the house from the woods that surround the property, a ski mask in place and black gloves on.

Jumping the back fence, I creep up to the door that leads to the kitchen and pick the lock. There’s a lot of people that I’m lucky to have that have helped me get this far. I know the doctors’ quirks, their schedules, and all of the access codes totheir homes. I also know Dr. Brunes doesn’t have pets, which will help me here.

The back door opens silently thanks to someone coming by to grease it for me a few weeks ago, and I slip in unnoticed. It just so happens that no one likes what the doctors are doing, and they’ve hurt a lot of people in their search for the “perfect omega.”

They’re honestly just money hungry assholes that enjoy playing God.

Placing my bags next to the door, I pull out a stun gun and a tranquilizer gun that’ll allow me to incapacitate both of them while they are still able to feel everything. Walking slowly, I test the wooden floor to make sure that I won’t make any noise.

“What do you think about the Tutley girl?” Dr. King asks. “Do you think she’ll be difficult to break?”

Leaning forward I watch as they play poker at a dining room table. They both look relaxed, and each have a glass of scotch in front of them. Listening to them talk so easily about hurting one of their “patients” disgusts me.

“Easier than the Sterling girl,” Dr. Brunes snorts. “I wonder what happened to her. She was fucking difficult.”

Ice and fire flow through my veins as I watch them talk about my omega. My feet are moving before I can stop them and I shoot a dart into Dr. Kind’s throat.

“Ah!” he yells before beginning to relax. This shit works fast.

“What are you doing here?” Dr. Brunes asks. “I don’t keep valuables here.”

“I’m not here for anything you might have,” I growl, grabbing hold of his bushy brown hair and shooting a dart into his neck. “I’m here for the Sterling girl. Except, she’s mine instead now. Pack Thornefield is here for its pound of flesh on her behalf.”

His mouth tries to move, but he’s frozen. Moving around the room, I make certain the blinds are drawn, the video cameras are disarmed, and then bring in my duffle bags.

“I want to preface this by saying that as much as I would love to take my time here, I need to get home,” I say, pulling out a nail gun. “However, that doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy this.”

Pulling their chairs out so that they’re both in front of me, I nod as I aim the nail gun and begin to pull the trigger. I bought it initially for all the projects I’ve enjoyed around my home. For example, I recently built a trellis so I could plant climbing roses for Nina.

And now, I’m going to enjoy a bit of target practice. The men grunt and flinch as the nails hit them, but can’t make any words because of the tranquilizer. When I get tired of that, I pull out a branding prod and walk over to the fire that’s happily burning.

“You two are the worst kind of men,” I say conversationally as I heat up the brand. “You pretend to want to help people, but instead use what you know to torture them.”

Deciding it’s hot enough, I walk over and rip the buttons of their shirts so they hang open.

“The snow is keeping everyone inside, and this house has great insulation,” I murmur, eyes glittering madly. “Please feel free to scream.”

Pressing the brand into Dr. Kind’s skin, I watch as the layers of skin are burned away. The doctor does scream, and I grin once I’m ready to pull away the brand. On his chest is the wordQuack.

There are different kinds of insanity, and no one is more dangerous than a feral alpha whose omega has been hurt.