Epilogue

ISAAC

Isaac looked down in distaste at the link Miles had sent him. Page Slick had clearly been out in full force the night before, filling its feed with party snaps accompanied by the most inane captions.

SPOTTED: Pack Rivera-Gunnarsson’s prime Isaac and hottie alpha Everett loving on their NEW omega. Get the exclusive scoop on the tattooed beauty only with #PageSlick #NewPackAlert

Did that sort of thing really grab people’s attention? Displeased, Isaac swiped through the photos. They had cherry picked the ones where Isaac and Everett had looked the most lecherous as they surrounded Juno. None of them had public Pixelgram accounts so Page Slick had decided to tag his corporation’s account. That didn’t seem right.

Though it pained him physically, he clicked through and read the accompanying article. It was all clickbait and rampant speculation. His anger grew like a wildfire the more he read. They didn’t even have Juno’s name. In its stead, they spent far too many paragraphs hypothesising about her tattoos. The designs she’d chosen, the placement of them. Red circles indicating what they suspected were bondmarks. Linking that with the news of bond dissolutions going public and that she was a likely trial candidate.

Vultures, the lot of them.

Isaac picked up his phone with far too much force and dialled his executive assistant. “Block all media calls,” he instructed her shortly, hoping she knew his annoyed tone was not directed at her.

“Already done, darl. Don’t worry, the assholes won’t get anything.”

Isaac knew he’d made a good decision hiring the motherly but secretly hard-as-nails beta five years ago.

“There was one outlier, though. I was going to let it slide but I noticed he had the same surname as your omega. Ben Liu ring a bell?”

Juno’s brother.

“Send me his details,” Isaac instructed before thanking her and hanging up. His heart thudded in his chest as he dialled.

“Hello?”

“Ben. This is Isaac returning your call.”

“Isaac. Fuck. Thank god you called back.” Ben’s relief was palpable even through the phone. “You’re Juno’s prime, aren’t you? She’s safe and happy with you?”

“Tell me why you called,” Isaac shot back, refusing to give an inch before he knew what Ben’s intentions were.

“Pack Zhao know, Isaac. They want her back.”

TO BE CONTINUED