Page 41 of Indigo

He doesn’t need to tell us for me to know what just happened, but still, like the idiot I am, I ask anyway, “No answer?”

“Rang until he hung up on me.”

“God.” Hank rakes a hand over his face.

Without missing a beat, Nash starts calling another number. I don’t even ask who it is. All I do is ask, “Speakerphone.”

He nods and switches to the speaker right when a familiar voice answers, “Nash.”

“Fuck, Dominic, where are they?” My packmate doesn’t waste our time with pleasantries.

“The Alliance is compromised. Someone gave away the Omegas’ position.”

“Shit,” Hank curses, gripping his hair and pulling it out.

“They took them?”

They.The traffickers. The rapists. My stomach roils, and bile rises until I taste it coating my tongue. What the fuck are we going to do?

“We found out in time. I took down one of the bosses.”

“Did you?” I ask, surprised. Dominic doesn’t work for the Alliance anymore. What does taking down mean for someone who isn’t an officer?

“The Beta, St. James. I was on to him for a long time. The Alliance didn’t let me finish the job I started, but you know me. I love closure. The bastard gloated about the Omegas right before death. I had just enough time to call in reinforcements.”

“Why the fuck didn’t you call us?” Hank growls.

“I didn’t know if I could trust you,” he answers simply.

If that doesn’t piss me off. We never did anything to deserve this. We followed every word out of his mouth. I trusted Dominic more than I trusted the Alliance.

“What the hell, Dom?” I can’t hold my tongue.

“Listen to me, not many people knew where they were. Someone leaked it, and I couldn’t take any chances.”

“Beau is not here.” Nash squeezes his eyes closed.

“Beau? Really?” I can’t imagine him working for rapists, but damn, begrudgingly I have to agree with Dominic. We can’t trust anyone.

“I sent people to help. I alerted who I could, but no one is making contact regularly. Everyone is looking over their damn shoulders. We can’t trust anyone—” He sighs, sounding exhausted.

Which means we have no way to know if they’re safe. I just have to trust?

“What do we do, Dom?” Nash asks, echoing the hopelessness I feel.

“Take care of your Omega. Take her as far as you can. I’m trying to work and make sure I’m a safe point for the packs to go back to me. Some came back to me. They didn’t tell me who or who they have, but they assured me the Omegas are safe. They are separated, though, which is going as well as you can imagine.”

“How many do we know the whereabouts of?”

“Nineteen.” He sighs.

“That’s not enough.”

Eleven missing? We should start finding more Omegas, not losing the ones we've already rescued.

“That’s not good enough, Dom,” Nash tells him, and I nod in agreement.

“As I said, I’m working on it. I am looking for them. Leave it to me and think about Indie. Is she okay? Is she with you?”