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Soft as she sounds, everyone quiets when she speaks. "No, you can't confront him. We need proof. I can't explain it, he's… he's two-faced. Truly, he's like two different men. Ophelia, you told me you met with Saul last year to discuss omegas rights and the OFA."
I nod, remembering the meeting. "I was there, actually. Yeah, he acted surprised at how bad things were on the streets."
Imogen shakes her head. "There's no way he's not involved or didn't already know. Depending on the company, at dinner parties, sometimes he'll talk about how the OFA are traitors ever since you've gotten involved with them to make policy changes for omegas and protection rights. But other times, he talks about Constantine like they're a godsend to our community. He's a liar, and there's no way he doesn't also know what's going on. The entire pack, I'm sure, but certainly Saul."
Phe and I catch eyes, and I grit my teeth. "So our whole meeting with him was bullshit."
She shakes her head. "No, it got Rubens involved. That was a huge help. But I've been having trouble getting Fletcher to do anything. One second she's talking about reform in the classrooms, the next, it's like she's doubling down on those fucked up classes. So, as far as big changes… yeah, we're definitely being gaslit. I think the OFA and Fletcher are the larger issue, but Stevens is more pressing. Kenneth especially."
"We need to nail him," Imogen growls.
"Maybe we could—"
"I'll get proof," Imogen says with determination.
Nearly everyone in the room shouts "No!" at the same time.
I hate the idea, but fucking love that she doesn't back down. "It makes the most sense. They don't know I'm aware of what they've done. And as far as they're concerned, I'm still engaged to them."
"I don't like it," I grit, walking a fine line between wanting to keep her safe and not wanting to tell her what to do.
"I really don't fucking like it," Iggy adds.
Imogen's shoulders soften, and she turns in my lap, pressing her lips to Iggy's. His alpha energy, which has been radiating off him for the last twenty minutes, settles instantly. It's amazing. He's so fucking aggro sometimes, but around her, it's like she switches a flip.
"What do you have in mind?" Phe asks. Of course, she's the only one in the room not completely against the idea.
"They extended an invitation to stay in their nest—"
"What the fuck!" "No fucking way!" Cass, Iggy, and I all protest instantly, but she keeps going.
"They said I could be alone, just get a feel for the space and what it needed. Maybe I could ask if they could even leave the house for the duration of the stay, say something about wanting to get comfortable in my new home."
"No." Cass shakes his head, fisting his hands at his sides. "Im, I feel you, but no. It's too fucking dangerous."
Imogen opens her mouth to argue, but Phe pipes in, "I kinda agree, girl. These dudes are predators."
"Thank fuck," I say under my breath, and Im shoots me a glare, but I just shrug. Even the hard-ass omega is against the idea.
"But I agree it might need to be you." I shoot Phe a look, but she holds up her hands. "Hear me out. We need proof, and they sure as hell don't trust anyone in this room. Sully could get a meeting with them, but like Im said, they'd likely just say whatever they thought Sully wanted to hear. They wouldn't let him near their place. They wouldn't keep anything incriminating at the office downtown unless they're stupid."
"So what do you suggest, Ophelia?" Sully asks.
"A party. Like, a gross, OFA-style, high-society ball hosted by them. Im, if you could convince them to host, Constantine would definitely be invited. Then you and I can snoop together." She apologizes to me, Iggy, and Cass. "You dudes are never getting in. But maybe we can disguise you enough and throw you in catering outfits. Melanie would help. Those high-society packs always hire the same company since they're OFA approved."
Cass groans. "Okay. I hate that I'm saying this, but it's not a bad idea."
Imogen nods vigorously. "I agree. And I'll admit, I'll feel more comfortable with all of you there."
"So, Im… think you can convince them to throw a ball?" I don't think Phe's acknowledging how hard that will be for Imogen.
She tenses in my lap but agrees to try. Both packs want space with their omegas, so we say goodbye a few minutes later. Imogen insists on driving her car, but we convince her to come home with us, so Iggy and Cass leave in their truck, and I climb into Im's BMW.
She drives like she walks. Slowly and gracefully, always using her turn signal, even at the end of the driveway. After twenty minutes of watching her in amusement, she finally laughs, lightly, a blush creeping up her neck.
"What is it? Do I have something on me?" She wipes at her cheek, pushing her hair aside.
"Nah. Just admiring the view."
