HAYES
The digital transfer files on my screen flashed a cold, bright green, confirming the absolute closure of the southern transit lines. It took less than three hours to systematically rip the floor out from under Beta Kieran’s feet.
I leaned back in my heavy leather chair, staring at the financial layout of the Riverstone pack blinking against the dark office walls. Kieran thought he was a genius. He thought that by dumping his defective, weak daughter on my doorstep as a breeder, he had bought himself a permanent shield to keep exploiting the lower-sector omegas under the protection of the Blackthorn flag. He had no idea he had just handed me the perfect reason to destroy him.
“He touched her,” Kyle’s voice suddenly slammed through my skull, his tone dripping with a deep, vibrating
