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“A little insurance. My own bit of damning evidence if you will. I’ve been doing this kind of thing for quite some time Christa. She might think she's got you trapped... but she’s just walked into the perfect trap. Mine.”
My mouth opened, but nothing came out.
“Don’t let your pack do anything rash,” she warned. “No threats or counterattacks. No press conferences. You hear me?”
“I... yeah. I hear you.”
“Good. Keep them close. Keep them quiet. And keep an eye on the news.”
“What’s going to happen?”
Marigold sighed like a tiger just waking up. Lazy, lethal, and getting ready to pounce. “Justice, darling. It’s about time someone put the evil stepmother in her place.”
The line went dead.
I stared at the phone in my hand, heart pounding.
Upstairs, the floor creaked. One of my mates was stirring.
I looked toward the staircase, then back at the phone.
Whatever Marigold was about to do, it was already in motion.
All I had to do was wait.
Chapter 28
William
Iknew something was wrong the second I opened the bedroom door.
The bond, once a slow thrum of contentment, now buzzed with static. Christa was awake. Not just awake—distressed.Her emotions hadn’t hit full panic, but it was close.
I followed the quiet tension down the stairs.
She was curled on the sectional, knees drawn up, one of my mugs cradled tight in her hands. Her eyes were locked on a manila folder spread open on the coffee table in front of her like it was a coiled snake, ready to strike.
“Christa?” My voice came out hoarse with sleep and worry.
She flinched, just a little. But then she looked up—and the moment our eyes met, the static in the bond shifted. Her walls dropped. I felt her fear like a punch to the chest.
“She was here,” she said, voice paper-thin. “Tracy. In the kitchen. Drinking tea like sheownedthe place.”
Every nerve in my body lit up.
I was at her side in two steps, crouching low to meet her gaze. “What did she do?” I demanded, while trying real fucking hard not to berate myself for not being there to protect our Omega in her time of need. "Did she hurt you, little one?"
Christa looked down at the folder. “She says she has proof. That you broke pack court laws by mating with an underage Omega. She’s going to blackmail you. All of you. She thinks she’s got us trapped. Or well... all of you. She was so..." Christa shuddered, “so gleeful at the thought of having the twins back under her control again." Her large eyes looked up at me, filled with unshed tears. "Daddy, what are we going to do?"
I didn’t say anything. Couldn’t. My thoughts were already racing—legal consequences, press fallout, how fast I could get Anton to prep a statement, whether Annerly could call in a favour at the Omega Centre after we helped them out with that undercover sting operation.
Upstairs, I heard Drew stir. Annerly’s mental touch snapped to full alert. Anton’s steady pulse flared hot with worry and pre-emptive anger.
I dragged in a breath and tried to calm the spike of panic in my chest, but it was too late.
Footsteps pounded down the stairs. Drew arrived first, hair wild, shirt askew. “What happened?”
Christa didn’t look away from me, didn’t move, didn’t flinch. She explained to him what happened. Steady. Controlled. Braver than I’d ever seen her. Then she said something that shook me to the core and surprised me.
