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Seems like he loves the sound of his own voice.

"We're setting ourselves up to be the leaders of this new, untapped market! We'll sell to Northsiders and Southsiders alike, because everyone wants the drugs we're developing," he continues.

"You actually think this will work?" I ask, my hands clenching into fists by my sides. "Especially since you've kidnapped me? Do you not think my disappearance will bring a whole lot of attention to your operation here?"

He waves his hand like none of that matters.

"A quick headline or two about how the Southside omega whore couldn't handle the pressure and wanted to run away, and it should all disappear."

I don't know whether he's just that egotistical or whether he's stupid enough to believe that. Maybe he just doesn't know my pack. I can start to feel it, it's faint, but I can feel their presence in the back of my head.

They're angry. And they're determined. More determined than I ever would've thought possible in just four individual people.

If anyone can find me, it's them.

Sebastian narrows his eyes at me. Looks like he doesn't like whatever expression I'm wearing on my face.

Dom was right, I should do a better job of controlling that.

"Get comfortable,Princess," he spits. "You can wipe that hopeful expression off your face."

I let my attempt at a mask fall away, and my lip curls up in a snarl. He doesn't have the right to call me that. Only Killian does.

With a ridiculously haughty spin on his heel, he turns and leaves the room. Dom flashes me a look over his shoulder. I can't for the life of me decipher what expression he's wearing before he's gone too.

CHAPTER 47

Reyna

There's a soft knock at my door, which is the last thing I would've expected for a place like this. The beta guards who came in earlier to let me go to the bathroom down the hall didn't bother to knock.

No creepy scientists in lab coats have shown up yet to use me as a lab rat, so maybe it's finally that time.

I brace myself against the gurney, preparing myself for whoever comes in.

The person who enters is the last thing I ever would've expected.

An omega.

She's incredibly pale, almost like she hasn't seen the light of day in a very, very long time. Considering there are no windows here and the general feeling I get that this place is underground, I don't think that's outside the realm of possibility. Her light auburn hair is a little dull, like her skin, but it reminds me of Daisy's hair.

She's wearing loose gray pants and a matching gray t-shirt. Almost like a uniform, of sorts.

In her hands is a tray of food. It's pretty basic stuff: a bowl of oatmeal, a granola bar, and a box of apple juice. It reminds me of hospital food.

"Hi," she says, smiling at me. "I'm Mirabelle, but everyone calls me Mira. What's your name?"

How in the world can she smile in a moment like this? Her cheeriness is a bit bizarre, given the sterile and hostile environment we're in right now.

"Reyna," I say slowly.

My wariness doesn't seem to deter her at all. She just comes closer and sets the tray of food down on the little table next to the gurney.

"Reyna's such a pretty name!" She says.

Now that she's closer, I can see the dusting of freckles across her cheeks. Like Milo's.

A pang of longing twists in my chest, and my perfume twists in the air around us. God, I'd do anything to be with my pack right now.