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We also found evidence of money exchanges, comparing the dates to the reports from the heat clinics, and found money trails that proved Kenneth was taking bribes. He didn't have a lot on his computer about the heat clinics, but there was enough to show his involvement. Sadly, it wasn't just in Arrow Cove. And it wasn't just in heat clinics.
Like what happened to that omega that worked for us years ago, Emily, we found evidence of a ring amongst the wealthy of payouts to beta families who had omega children, paying for first heats. Enzo kept a neutral face while he sifted through everything with a kind of clinical indifference, aside from the occasional face twitch, but personally, I was sick to my fucking stomach.
The evidence was shaky, but it was enough. And we didn't want to wait a second longer digging for more. We'd have time for that later. We needed them behind bars, now. We needed to open everyone's eyes to what was going on in our city.
Enzo said he trusted the DA, but I wasn't so sure. The DA worked with the mayor, collecting omega testimonies, and I didn't know whose side he was on. So we compromised, agreeing to send all the information to the DA as well as The Cove Herald.
The first article came out that night, and since then, non-stop, with more and more omegas coming forward with their own stories.
I'm glad it's mostly over, and though I want to bleach my eyeballs, I'm proud of what we accomplished. We couldn't have done it without each other, and definitely not without our strong-ass omegas.
Which reminds me. I hand Red his phone back. "I'll be back in a couple of hours. You guys make sure Imogen's packed. It'll take her a while. And we're going hiking, so she needs boots. And make sure she brings—"
"Bro. It's a week in the woods. We got this."
We didn't want to waste another fucking second, so as soon as we left the party last week, we made plans. Red blocked off the next week for us at Queenie's, and though the dust was still settling, we were done waiting. We were ready to claim our omega. So we're headed to the cabin we rented as part of her courting gift, and I'm looking forward to a week in the woods with our omega, no interruptions.
I'm looking forward to the bond.
But my girl loves pretty things, and I can already tell she's gonna over-pack, which is fine. But I'm gonna let Red and Iggy deal with that. I've got something else to do.
Slipping downstairs, I climb in my truck and head out of South Loop. I drive through the Hills and their clean streets and gated communities. Following the GPS on my phone, I pull up to a sprawling estate tucked away from the road, following the long driveway, passing obnoxious water features and elaborate gardens. I pull into the roundabout, park, then knock on the door.
Impatient to get this over with, I tap the doorbell, just to be an ass, several times in a row.
The door swings open, and a woman in a maid's outfit answers the door. She looks me over, then lifts an eyebrow, amused. "Can I help you?"
"Here to see the pack. They home?"
"Any of them?"
I shrug. "All of them, if they're around."
The woman nods and lets me in. "Wait here," she says, then disappears inside the mansion. Minutes pass, but finally, Imogen's mother, followed by two alphas I recognize from the party, joins us.
Regina crosses her arms and eyes me disdainfully. "You're the alpha who's sullied my dear Imogen."
"Sure," I sigh, scratching my chin, feeling the stubble, missing my beard. "Where's the rest of you?"
"I'm Bowen, this is Jeffrey. Our brothers are… away."
"That doesn't sound sketchy or anything."
Regina throws her arms in the air. "Well, after everything you and your pack have done, what you've accused us of, they aren't sure they want to return. I've you to thank for breaking up my family!"
"Sure," I shrug again, unmoved. "Any place we can talk?"
Jeffrey walks past me, Bowen and Regina following, so I assume that was a yes. They all take a seat in a sitting room, but I remain standing. Bowen fidgets, not liking my alpha standing above him, so he climbs out of his seat, standing beside his family, crossing his arms to posture.
"Well then, out with it," Regina waves her hand.
"I'm here to tell you to stay away. I know what you did, and I've told Imogen. I'd hoped we'd find proof to the contrary, but… she knows what you did. You've got nothing left here. You should move back to California."
"Excuse me?" Regina shrieks.
"It's not like you own this place," I spin my finger around, indicating their house. "You don't own anything, in fact. Right? That's why you wouldn't sell off your shit to pay off debt collectors because it wasn't yours. You rent. Lease. You've got no money."
"I don't see how—"
