Page 38 of Claiming the Pack's Omega

“What’s going on?” Theo asks, leaning so he can see past her.

“You—you’re a councilman,” she whispers.

“I am. You can call me Killian.”

Her jaw ticks, and she whirls on Theo. “You didn’t tell me one of your stupid packmates was a councilman.”

“I didn’t think it was safe to talk about that shit in the club,” Theo says. “And I don’t think we should talk about it here either. You should get in the car so we can go get your family.”

“We already have a team going in for Stone and once people realize you’re missing, they’re going to start connecting the dots,” I add. “We need to get your family out of here before then.”

She whirls back around, eyeing me warily like she didn’t realize she turned her back on me and is regretting that. Like she thinks I’m going to jump her.

“Of course his name wasn’t actually Obsidian,” she huffs under her breath.

She steps further into the van, letting Theo climb up and close the door behind us.

“This whole fucking undercover bullshit is for a councilman?” She hisses to Theo.

“Yeah,” he says slowly. “Tell me, where is this anger coming from? I know this whole situation is crazy but?—”

I can feel the intensity of her gaze burning into the back of my neck.

“You know your coworkers are the type to come see girls like me, right?” She spits.

The car goes eerily silent, outside of the sound of the engine as I drive us back down the alley.

“I’ve suspected.”

She lets out a bitter laugh. “So is this whole bullshit thing so you can figure out the landscape before taking over?”

“What? Wait, Reyna, what’re you talking about?” Theo asks, running a hand through his hair.

“Shut up! I told you not to call me that! You havenoright to do that after you’ve lied to me!” She turns her fiery gaze back towards me and I meet it in the rearview mirror.

“No. I have no intention of following in any of my coworkers’ abhorrent footsteps,” I say. “The reason my pack and I are doing this is to figure out the landscape of how involved Northside alphas are in the trafficking of omegas.”

She bites her lip, her brows drawn down in concentration as if she’s deciding whether she can trust me. Her eyes dart outside the window and she freezes.

“How the hell do you know the way to my house?” She whispers, her voice deadly calm.

“That—that’s my fault,” Milo says. Wow, I didn’t expect him to speak up. He’s normally ridiculously shy and reserved around omegas, especially loud and seemingly angry ones like Reyna. “I’m sorry.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I’m a hacker,” Milo says quietly, his gaze uncertain.

“So you—you hacked and found out where I lived?” Milo’s temperament seems to have stopped her in her tracks. He seems to be catching her off guard enough for her to forget to be angry.

“Something like that,” He says. “I—I also...”

“You also what?” She prompts, leaning forward in her seat.

“I know you’re ReyReyRazzle.”

Her eyes go wide and she lets out a startled laugh.

“I’m sorry,” Milo says again.