Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(77)

Shit, I'd managed to rebuild the server on a new computer after months away from Adam, and I couldn't remember my—

Oh, right!

The couch cushion sagged as King joined me, and I blushed as he huffed next to me.

"Well, would you look at that," he said, leaning in to squint at my username. RunawayPrincess.

"Shut up," I answered. "It's from a video game…" It was not, and King scoffed. "I was sixteen," I mumbled.

King chuckled, and my finger hovered over the enter button. "He might not even be safe," I said, frowning at the screen. "I don't know that Omikron hasn't had him this whole time. He could be auct—"

King pushed my finger down and my breath hitched, but I didn't tear my eyes off the screen.

The server has moved.





"What?" My voice was air, my lips numb.

There was nothing else. Just the four words in the center of the screen.

"What?" I repeated, scooting forward, hovering over the words and then frantically around the box, searching for a link. "No. No, no, no."

A warm hand landed on my back at the same moment that the words dissolved, a strand of code flashing across the bottom.

"Fuck! No. I—Adam—"

"Faith, it's—"

"It's not okay!" I shouted as the server froze, one error message after another popping up. "It was hacked, or—Oh fuck, it could be—Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

I scrambled at the keys, trying and failing to close the server. Adam would know what to do.

The server has moved.

My one fucking link.

Adam would never have closed the server. Would he? Had he given up on finding me after Omikron snatched me?

I let out a wild yelp of frustration, throwing my hands forward to knock the laptop away, but King was fast. He caught it as it clattered off my lap, snapping it shut and tossing it onto his desk in one smooth motion.

I couldn't breathe. My head was pounding and my chest was ice. King's hands caught my wrists in hot iron-tight grips as he knelt down in front of me.

"Omikron must have them," I gasped out.

"No. You don't know that," King said.

"But—"

"The night you got caught. Why were you and Adam there?"

"Because we'd gotten information from—" I blinked, and the room straightened around me, the vibration in my head settling.

"From the server?" King asked.

I nodded, and his hands loosened slightly. I set my own on his shoulder, anchoring myself by the force of this alpha. He reached for my waist, tugging me closer, and my legs had to part to make room for him.

"You think there was someone in the server who set a trap for me?" I asked.

"And Adam. But that doesn't mean they caught him," King soothed immediately, hands slipping under my shirt to stroke my back. "And that doesn't mean he wasn't the one who decided to move the server."

I bit my lip and stared over King's shoulder at the laptop. "If he did…he knew that was our only way to get in touch, King."

One hand caught my chin, pulling my eyes back to his. "Your brother is the one with the plans, right, princess?"

I sucked in a breath and nodded, and King mirrored me, his thumb reaching up and pressing to my bottom lip briefly.

"Then how do you know he doesn't have one now?"

"And if—"

"If he doesn't, you're safe here," King said, voice lowering to a purr. "You're safe with us. And we will come up with our plan too, how about that? I've gotta be good for something, don't you think?"

I released the breath I'd been holding, King's smile so confident and at ease. And when I leaned in he didn't push me away, didn't warn me that he wasn't the alpha for me or tell me I was misbehaving. King let my arms twine around his shoulders and slanted his lips across mine, swallowing my worries with deep kisses. I pulled him into me, drew him over me like a security blanket.

Good for something indeed. King was just good. Maybe he didn't see it, or maybe he didn't want me to get my hopes up. It was too late for that. With the server gone and no way of contacting Adam, I had nothing else to cling to. King, Bear, and Chance were it. And I didn't care what King thought was good for me—I wasn't giving him up.





29. GHOST





“You see that fuckin' joke of a mark he planted on her?"

"Kid's got a complex."

"What he's got is some serious fuckin' knot envy," Skid spouted, cackling at his own shit humor. "Struttin' around the club with her on his arm like he thinks we don't see what a joke it is. Like he's not there to do more than lick her clean after Bear and King are done."

Rider grunted as I all but slammed the wrench down on the cement floor, livid and tense. A growl sat trapped in my throat at the thought of Chance having anything to do with another alpha.

"You jokers mind?" I asked, barely restraining my bark. "Trying to work, and you're sitting around gossiping like the club ass."

"Someone's tense," Rider said, low voice slinking under the body I was working on.

It was just a shitty little crotch rocket project for an alpha a few towns over who had more money than sense and taste. Any other day, I could've done the work in my sleep. Rider and Skid were throwing me off.