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These males are so incredibly dominant, just like Caelan. They make my father’s Alpha nature seem like a Beta playing pretend.

Silas turns off the shower and leans in, picking me up and placing me on the vanity sink.

The motion makes my stomach roll.

“Caelan—” I have to get them to take me to him. I can feel his soul screaming out for mine.

Silas’s hands frame my cheeks. The rough way he holds my head makes me flinch. I hunch down and curl my shoulders forward—a protective pose I know all too well.

“What. About. Caelan?”

“I—”

“How long were you and your father planning to set Caelan up? When did you find out about him?” His anger makes me whine in terror, and he growls in disgust at the sound.

“He said he’d come back,” I whisper. “Three days. I waited to tell him but…”

I deflate, knowing what I say doesn’t even matter.

I failed, and Father got to him anyway. By showing up, all I did was make the situation worse.

“It’s my fault,” I whisper through my tears. I gather the thread of our Bond closer and hug it tight to my heart, determined to protect it.

To protect him.

I have to keep him safe. I promised I’d keep him safe.

“Yeah, you’ve got that right. It is absolutely your fucking fault.” Silas releases my chin, and I sway listlessly to the side.

“Get this suppressant in her, Silas.” Gavran orders. “If Dax smells her pheromones or she whines in front of him, he’ll run her over with the fucking SUV, and we’ll never get any answers.”

I don’t protest, and a second later I feel a familiar pinch in my arm. The warmth of the suppressant seeps under my skin.

Like a switch being flipped, my scent disappears.

My Omega perfume. Erased.

How easy it is for Alphas to erase us at will.

“Get her up,” Gavran commands. “Dax wants her secured. They’ve already left with Caelan.”

The world tips upside down, and I moan as all the blood in my body rushes to my head.

Something digs painfully into my stomach, and I realize I’m hanging over someone’s shoulder.

Silas wastes no time. He stalks through my room and into the hall. I hear the sound of something being sprayed out of an aerosol can right before a light mist covers every inch of my body. The burnt taste of chemicals sits in the back of my throat, making me cough.

Gavran steps next to us. “Give it a second for the descenter to work. I don’t want to give her any chance to manipulate us with her pheromones.”

Manipulate?

I’m soaking wet, freezing, my body is still on fire, and I’m ninety-nine percent sure I’m severely concussed. How in the world could I manipulate someone… and with my pheromones of all things?

Of course, I don’t give voice to the question. I just continue to hang there limply, wondering what’s going to happen to me. Wondering who the two other males are that these Alphas keep mentioning.

Is it Caelan’s pack? Does Caelan even have a pack? If so, will they let me see him?

More and more questions spin through in my mind, but I never land on any answers. Right as I feel myself slipping into unconsciousness, we start moving.