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“So when is the best time?”
“We’ll stake out the area and wait for her fathers to leave,” said Claws. “Then it’ll be our chance.”
“And if they never leave?”
“Alphas never stay in the house for too long,” said Claws. “But if we need to- you can invite them to go hunting, so I can grab the omega.”
“Oh hell no,” I said, dreading the idea of distracting the fathers just so we could kidnap their daughter.
“It’s sunset now,” said Claws. “Let’s set up camp somewhere, and we’ll be back tomorrow morning.”
My stomach sank with dread about what the fuck I was going to do. I couldn’t refuse, or else Claws would suspect something was up with me. And I couldn’t ditch this operation, or I would never be able to get back to the camp.
I would never be able to see Olivia again.
I smiled at the memory of playing puzzles with that omega. Her untamed black hair made my cock wild for her. Her quick-witted responses made me want to hang out with her for hours. I couldn’t get enough of her and I never felt that before with anyone else.
And that fact alone scared me to death.
I had vowed never to take on an omega to take advantage of her and for my pack to satisfy their needs with her sexually. But my inner desire was to see her stretched in so many ways that it was impossible to think straight.
I stretched, yawning in the backseat of the car the next morning.
Claws was sleeping outside as per his preference, and I didn’t give a fuck as long as I was comfortable.
Or as comfortable as I could make it.
My right shoulder ached from the cramped position I had to sleep in.
Getting out of the car was a struggle because of how fucking stiff my body was, but it was great to get the hell out of the car. I stretched my arms out towards the bright sky, taking in the sounds of the singing birds. Twisting my neck, I looked towards Claws’s makeshift tent in the middle of the trees, noticing that it was empty inside.
Looking towards the river, I saw that he was brushing his teeth and wearing a towel around his waist, giving me an enthusiastic wave. I also dipped my hands into the moving river, washing my face briskly. I needed to be alert and awake for whatever Claws was planning to do.
After we were done with our morning ablutions, I got back into the car with Claws, and he drove towards the farmhouse again, which was about five miles from our camp. During the drive, my mind raced with what to do as I clutched the handle of my pistol tucked at my side. A part of me contemplated just allowing it to happen because I’d break the omegas out of the camp anyway, but that wasn’t guaranteed. I wasn’t even certain if the Royal Pack was working with Henry or not. Because if they weren’t, they would have raided the place by now.
We reached the farmhouse, parking a distance away.
“Let’s walk the rest of the way and scope out the area,” said Claws, licking his lips. “Tonight, she will be mine.”
I didn’t reply to that; instead, I felt sick to my stomach as we snuck through the trees. We stopped upon seeing the farmhouse, and we were crouching behind shrubbery.
“Looks like no one’s home,” I said, relieved not to see the omega hanging around outside, ready for the taking.
“No, just wait and see,” said Claws, scratching his beard. “Just because her fathers aren’t home, doesn’t mean she isn’t there.”
Sure enough, after a couple minutes, the omega walked into clear view, holding a pouch of chicken feed and sprinkling the food on the ground as the chickens gathered around her.
“Her parents could be at home,” I warned when Claws started moving in her direction.
“Her fathers’ boots are gone if you hadn’t noticed,” said Claws. “You have a lot to learn, newbie alpha.”
“Just because I don’t agree with kidnapping doesn’t mean I’m no less than an alpha,” I growled behind his shoulder as he gazed at the omega.
“Better be careful with your words,” muttered Claws darkly. “Or I will need to report you.”
I couldn’t proceed with kidnapping this omega. It wasn’t right.
But suddenly, Claws began to charge towards the omega, sprinting towards her. Before she could even turn to acknowledge him, I gripped the cold metal of my gun.
