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Chapter 27

Chapter Twenty-Seven

REMY

" F uck this," I mutter and launch my ass off my couch. My phone is to my ear without a second thought as I snatch my truck keys off the counter and slam the front door shut behind me.

Voicemail. Again. "Listen, asshole. When I find you, I am going to make damn sure you suffer through all the messages I've left you. You're going to be so sick of my voice by the time I'm done forcing you to listen to every single one, you won't ever even think about disappearing like this again."

Cursing Ronan out some more, I hang up and make sure the ringer is on high before reversing out of my driveway.

The drive to my best friend's apartment is quick and filled with imagining all the ways I'm going to kick his ass when I figure out what the shit is going on.

His place on the other side of Charleston is nice, but it's not my vibe. Honestly, the guy is so ready for a pack I'm shocked he hasn't bought a house like I did last year.

After we graduated from West Virginia Designation Academy, we decided we didn't want to leave the state. It's the perfect place for both of us to continue our education, him in education and me with my family at the OPS.

I'm not gonna lie and say I wasn't a little peeved when Ronan told me he was going to that elite academy in Montana. I mean shit, I've spent every other day with the guy since we were eighteen and stupid alpha freshmen. Eight years, then he's just gone for half a damn year.

Like the sucker I am though, I promised to house-sit and to stop asking questions whenever he brought the academy up. It's fishy as shit, but my friend missed his brother and wanted to reconnect, so what was I supposed to say?

That's not to say I haven't been digging into this place off in the middle of who-the-fuck-knows-where. Between helping my parents with their missing person cases, I've done my fucking best to figure out why the hell a college needs so much secrecy.

The fact that it's off the radar, and nobody seems to question it is wild. Fucking rich ass pricks .

My parents have humored my need to check this place out, but if I don't hear from Ronan today, his disappearance will finally be the thing to get my mom and dad's attention.

It's been five days, five , since his brother should have graduated. I should have at least heard from Ronan four days ago. Hell, I'd even give him three. And today he should be home.

"Meow!"

I grunt in response to Butters as I kick the apartment door shut behind me. "I know. I'm not all that thrilled to see you either, but your dad isn't here to feed you, is he, Butts?"

I'll never admit to liking Ronan's cat. The thing is needy, but seeing the little shit every other day for the last seven months may have changed my mind. Only a little though, which is proved by the annoyance that flares when she leaves behind a poof of white hair on my black dress pants.

I'm convinced she doesn't like me and rubs her ass all up on me just to piss me off.

Once the cat is fed and watered, I take a look around the apartment, checking for any sign that my friend has been here. I find none, but my eyes drag to the desk in his office like it does every time I'm here. Instead of shaking the thought off, I move toward it and open the drawer I know he keeps his laptop in.

I've wanted to dig through this thing so many times since he's been gone, because I know there has to be some information on his position at the Premium Designation Academy.

I've ignored the urge to snoop for information on this remote school that doesn't allow technology or anyone to leave until the school year is over, because I wanted to respect Ronan's privacy.

Except now, he's not answering my calls when he specifically gave me the date of June fourth when he would be released from his contract and the confines of the school.

Making the decision, I tuck the laptop beneath my arm and close the drawer. He'll just have to forgive me. I'm not fucking around. The more missing persons reports that land on my parent's desk, the more cautious I'm becoming with my loved ones.

Most are omegas, but there have been a few alphas and betas popping up recently too. Just because I know my friend can take care of himself and even though he's very smart, that doesn't mean he will always make the best choices.

I didn't want to tell him his judgment might be clouded by his brother when he decided to go to Montana, but I'm for sure thinking I should have voiced my concerns now.

Ronan may be ridiculously smart about school shit, but this is my area. Red flags . His big brain isn't wired to see them in situations automatically, and this fucking academy is full of red flags. Why the fuck did I keep my mouth shut?!

Whatever is going on at this place, they've finally made their biggest mistake. They will be on OPS's radar so fucking fast if my friend doesn't come back.

"Meow!"

I shush Butters as she paces along the counter on my way out. "Don't judge me. You miss him. I'm worried. It's fine."

"Mew..." she whimpers pitifully.

Fuck, not the blue eyes.

Groaning, I tickle beneath her chin. "Listen. I'll find him and bring him home. If I don't hear from him in a few days, I'll come get you. My house is bigger, but you'll be shitting in the basement."

Butters licks her lips and narrows her eyes, I swear. "I'm not compromising. You know I hate the stench of your litter box."

God, I gag every fucking time I scoop that thing. If Ronan is still MIA on Thursday, I'll bring the cat home with me.

"See you later, Butts," I say, waving at her on my way out the door like she can actually understand me.

Rolling my eyes, I grumble about becoming soft as I make my way to the elevator. I despise the way my chest pinched when Butters watched me walk out the door.

Goddamnit, Ronan, where are you?

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