by J. L. Wilder
“Were they armed?” the man asked him.
“I couldn’t tell,” Harley said. “But there was something else.”
“What’s that, son?”
“Well, they were being followed by a truck,” Harley said. “And the truck was towing one of those trailers that farmers move horses in, you know? Except there were no horse snouts sticking out. In fact, I think I saw a woman’s face back there. I think they might have been holding her against her will and taking her into the woods for something...I don’t know... violent. Illegal.”
“Mile marker thirty, you said?”
“Just past the exit with the children's museum.”
“We’ll send someone to check it out. Can I get your name?”
Harley hung up the phone.
Now, he had to get ready to run for it. When the cops showed up, it was likely that the Death Fangs would scatter. Some of them would likely come running to the road, and Harley didn’t want to be anywhere near here when that happened. Nor did he want the police to see him and connect him with the phone call they’d received. That could lead to questions, that he didn’t want to answer, once they realized what was really going on in that clearing in the woods.
He threw his leg over his bike and revved up the engine, dialing a number on his phone as he did so.
A moment later, Mark answered. “Harley?”
“It’s done,” he said. “They’re on their way.”
“Good. Get out of there.”
Harley threw his bike in gear and accelerated down the highway, leaving the auction behind him. His part in this adventure was done, and now, he could go back to his omega and their children. Now, he could go back to the safe and secure life they’d be able to have together, now that the threat of the Death Fangs was about to be removed.
He could only hope that both his brothers’ parts in this would go as smoothly as his own had. Let them make it home safely, he thought. Let us all be together again.
AS SOON AS HE’D RECEIVED Harley’s phone call, Mark went into action.
Tracking the location of the Death Fangs’ home hadn’t been easy, and Mark had hated to be the one to do it because he felt it was the least dangerous job of the three. After all, most if not all, the Death Fangs themselves would be at the auction right now, which meant their homestead would be relatively unguarded. But he was the best tracker. No one had really questioned that he was the best man—the best wolf—for this job.
Maddy had been able to give him some pointers. She remembered roughly how far away from the auction site the house had been, and she said she thought it was to the east of the city because she remembered being in the exercise yard and seeing the sun go down over the Portland skyline.
Mark followed the scent of wolf and omega. It was heavy in the air near the auction site, but it quickly thinned until there were only a few threads. He prowled, sticking to the woods as much as he could, emerging onto the highway when he needed to. As long as there was even the thinnest trail of scent to follow, he would be okay. He would get this done.
And then, miraculously, the scent began to grow heavier. More powerful. It accumulated faster and faster, like falling snow, until it surrounded Mark entirely. He was in the right place; he knew he was—
He looked up.
It was the house Maddy had described. Brown exterior, nondescript. A large detached shed in the back of the massive property.
Big enough for cages.
He shifted, dropped his mouthful of jeans, and took out his phone.
“Portland Police Bureau,” said the desk sergeant, who had already had quite an exciting morning
“I’m about a mile outside of town,” Mark said, and quickly read off the address on the house’s mailbox. “There’s a big shed in back of this place, and I heard screams. Human screams. I think someone’s locked in there. I think the police need to check it out.”
The sergeant read back the address.
“That’s it,” Mark said. He hung up before the sergeant could so much as ask him for his name.
He knew he needed to leave, but he wanted to make sure. He wanted to know that he’d found the right place and that the women and girls who were captive here were going to be okay. He wanted to see for himself that the Death Fangs’ power had been broken. So, he crossed the street, shifted back into wolf form, and sat down to wait. Hopefully, if the police saw him they would think he was just a German shepherd who lived in the area.
It seemed like a very short time later that they came tearing up the street, sirens wailing and lights flashing. They jumped out of the cars and several of them went up onto the porch and knocked at the door. The rest went around back.
Not five minutes later, they returned, expressions of shock and revulsion on their faces. Clustered among them were dozens of women and girls, the oldest in their early twenties, the youngest probably no more than four or five.
Satisfied that the police would take matters from here, Harley snatched up his pants again and began the trek back to the place where he’d parked his bike. Mission accomplished, he thought happily. If any of the Death Fangs did manage to escape the site of their auction, they were in for a bad surprise when they got home.
WHEN THE POLICE ARRIVED at the auction site, the barn door swung open with a bang. Jamie, standing in the woods behind the barn, heard it and knew, at once, that what they’d worried about had been true. The Death Fangs were trying to cover up the evidence. They were trying to move and hide the women.
The problem was, Jamie had gotten there first.
“This way,” he hissed, and waved them forward. He could make out the flashing lights of police cars all along the dirt road leading back to the highway. He led the omegas back and back, further and further, toward the highway, until they reached the very last car in the line.
He pointed. “Go,” he said.
“What about you?” one of the women whispered.
“I’m right behind you.”
He stood there in the woods and watched as they emerged onto the dirt path, watched as the police officer who’d been stationed at the back of the line noticed them and called out to his counterpart. He watched as the women were looked over for injury and helped into the police cruisers. He watched until he was sure they were safe.
Then, he turned and ran.
It was time to go home to his family.
“SO, EVERYTHING’S TAKEN care of,” Mark concluded, cradling his daughter in his arms and tickling her stomach. She smiled up at him in a way he couldn’t help interpreting as adoration, even though he knew it was probably just gas. “The police rounded up the Death Fangs. They don’t know anything about them being shifters, of course, but it won’t matter, because they were obviously holding a bunch of women prisoner. They’re all going to be locked up, probably for life, unless some of them figure out a way to cut a deal.”
“And it won’t matter even if they do,” Jamie said. “They’ll lose too many numbers overall. They’ve lost all their resources. They were a dominant pack because there were so many of them and because they controlled the omegas. Now, they don’t have either advantage. If any of them do walk, they’ll just have to go and fend for themselves.”
“Do they know we were involved?” Maddy asked.
“I’m sure some of them have guessed,” Harley said. “But they’ve got no way to know for sure.”
“I can’t believe you did it,” Maddy said. “I was so afraid for you. The whole time you were gone, I didn’t sleep at all. I was terrified I’d wake up and you still wouldn’t be here, or that Amy would come and tell me you were ten hours late or something, and I’d know what that meant...I wouldn’t have been able to keep myself from going after you.”
“You would have had to,” Mark said seriously. “For the babies. That’s why we gave you the command, Maddy. So, you wouldn’t have to make a choice if things went that way. So, you wouldn’t be here taking care of our children and wondering if you’d done wrong not to come with
us. We didn’t want you in any doubt about what we would want if things didn’t go the right way.”
“Okay, well,” Maddy said, “maybe, just don’t piss off any more huge, violent gangs for a while?”
Harley laughed. “No promises.”
“It’s a good thing, everything that happened,” Jamie said. “We’ve changed the world for omegas, haven’t we? The Death Fangs were definitely the biggest omega dealers in this part of the world, and we’ve shut that down. It’ll probably be a while before the news really gets out, but when other shifter packs hear, they’ll rest a little easier knowing their daughters are safe from kidnappers.”
“Where will people get their omegas now, though?” Maddy asked.
“It’ll have to start working the other way,” Mark said. “The omegas will find the alphas. Not every alpha will get one. But there have never been enough omegas for every alpha, and this way, it won’t be based on cruelty or money. It’ll be based on what the omegas want. That’s got to be better.”
“If this had happened five years ago,” Maddy said, “it might have meant your bloodline ended with you. If you couldn’t find an omega to mate with, you wouldn’t have been able to pass it down the way you wanted to.”
“Some things are more important than purity of blood,” Mark said.
Harley nodded in agreement.
Jamie put the baby he was holding back into his bassinet, sat on the bed, and put his arms around Maddy. “The most important thing is family,” he said. “All of us together, whether alpha with omega or not. The most important thing is that we love each other.”
Harley and Mark each took one of Maddy’s hands, and she closed her eyes and felt at home in their love.
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About The Author
J.L. Wilder likes wild things! Her alpha shifters are gruff and tough, with a pinch of tenderness. Curl up with these bad boy book boyfriends, and they will have you howling at the moon!
When not writing shifter smut, J.L. spends as much time as possible exploring the outdoors. She loves getting into trouble with Ace, her Siberian Husky.
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