Page 14 of Claiming the Pack’s Omega (Riverwell Omegaverse #2)

Killian

M y thumbs tap restlessly on the steering wheel of the blacked-out Sprinter van we have.

“We’ve got an address,” Milo says from the passenger seat, typing away on his laptop.

“Send it to me.” I pull out my phone, immediately forwarding the address to the Ward Security team. They’ve been on standby to go in and grab Stone ever since we lost contact with him twelve hours ago.

While Theo and I can hold our own in a fight, we’re not built for stealth operations and retrieval missions. Neither is Milo.

“Where’s Theo and the omega?”

“They’re still at The Dollhouse. They’re getting ready to leave now, though. We should move in to pick them up.”

“Noted. Tell them we’ll be there out back in five minutes.”

“Theo says she’s demanding we go pick up her family now.”

“That’s why we brought the van,” I nod.

My thumbs continue to tap their uneven rhythm on the steering wheel as I drive the van down unmaintained side streets.

This will be the first time I’m getting to meet this mystery omega who seems to have enamored all of my packmates.

She even seems to have caught Milo’s attention and his interest in any omega is virtually unheard of.

I’ve never seen him so interested or detailed in a report I’ve had him compile for us.

Reyna Carver. Twenty-Four. Oldest of four children. Daughter to Angie and Rick Carver. An unregistered Southside omega who’s been working at The Dollhouse, a strip club that also serves as a brothel, for six years, ever since she turned eighteen.

Theo described her as a spitfire. Stone described her as sharp as a whip.

I can’t help but wonder what I’ll think of her.

“I’m cutting the cameras now,” Milo says. “You should be able to pull up by that dumpster and we’ll be in the blindspot.”

“Got it.”

I pull up into the shadows in the alley and wait.

The backdoor to The Dollhouse opens and Theo comes out, leading the omega behind him.

Well, damn.

I can see why the rest of my pack is enamored with her. Her raven black hair is curled, falling around her face in a way that makes me feel like she could be a runway model. She wears an oversized, threadbare hoodie that leaves her legs bare.

My brows draw down.

Why doesn’t she have more clothes on? It’s still freezing outside, especially considering it’s one in the morning.

Her steps stutter when she sees the van in the shadows, but she follows along as Theo gestures towards us.

I automatically turn up the heat inside before realizing what I’m doing. I guess those are my alpha instincts at work.

Theo slides open the van door for her, extending his hand for her to take.

She steps up in herself, not taking his arm, freezing when she catches sight of me in the driver’s seat.

I take in a deep breath, sinking into her scent. It’s like the air after a thunderstorm and reveals how stressed she is. I want to soak into her scent until it sinks into my very bones.

“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 have no right 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.

“Wait, ReyReyRazzle?” Theo says, a grin tugging at his lips.

“You be quiet, I’m still pissed at you,” Reyna says.

“Are you—are you mad at me?” Milo asks, shifting his laptop in his lap as he remains facing her.

“Honestly? I’m mad at everyone here. You guys spied on me, lied to me, and now you’re having me become a traitor to be a witness in your case.” She sighs as she stares up at the roof of the car. “But you specifically? No. I guess not. You didn’t lie to my face.”

Milo seems to perk up at her comment, finally relaxing back into his seat.

“HackHorizon makes sense as a nickname if you found out shit like my address,” she shrugs. “I guess helping me fix my wifi was a walk in the park for you if you can do that shit. What’s your actual name?”

“Oh, Milo,” he says.

“Cool, now I know all your names.” Her gaze cuts back to me. “I take it you’re in charge here?”

“I am the pack leader.”

She nods, pursing her lips. “Did Theo tell you what I’m demanding in exchange for my cooperation?”

I glance at Theo in the rearview mirror and he shrugs. I guess he didn’t think they were important enough to mention in the brief text messages he was sending to arrange for us to pick them up.

“No, he didn’t. But I’m sure it’ll be a non-issue.”

“I want a house bought in my parents’ name. Big enough for all my siblings to have their own room. And I want them to go to good Northside schools.” She raises her head defiantly as if she’s ready to fight to get her conditions met and she’s expecting me to argue with her.

“Done,” I nod. “It’ll take time to close on a property that works for your family, but we’ll have them set up in one of our rental properties for the time being. Was that it?”

She blinks, taking a deep breath and leaning back, her shoulders deflating.

“Other than keeping me and them safe? Yes, that was it.”

I can imagine how our offering to buy her family a house and get them out of the Southside seems like a lot, especially considering the information Milo included in his report about her and the way they were barely scraping by, even from the income she was bringing in working the job that she did.

“You and your family’s safety is one of our priorities,” I say, trying to offer her some semblance of reassurance.

I’m not sure if she’s very receptive to any words I have right now, though. It’s obvious she doesn’t trust me. It’s unclear how much that has to do from our pack deceiving her and how much that comes from her wariness around councilmen.

My hands clench on the steering wheel in front of me as I imagine what could’ve brought about that look of disgust and fear she wore so plainly on her face.

“We’re almost to your house,” I say. “Does your family know about this plan?”

She bites her thumb anxiously, her expression falling. “No. No, they don’t. I—I guess I’ll have to explain everything to them.”

I nod. “I don’t mean to rush you, but we’ll have to move quick. Pack whatever you can, but whatever you can’t will have to be left behind.”

She rests her elbows on her knees as she covers her face, letting her hair form a curtain around her.