Drake's Pov
It has been about two hours since I have called for the omegas to handle the situation in Nicole’s apartment. I am pacing Grace’s living room, keeping my thoughts anchored on the next steps. The girls need to move to the pack grounds for their safety—no exceptions.
A sudden voice in my mind breaks through my thoughts as one of the omegas establishes a mind link. “Alpha, the body has been taken care of. The apartment is clean, and the door is repaired. You can return whenever you're ready.”
Relief courses through me, and I respond swiftly. “Thank you. You’ve done well. That’s all for now.” With that, I close the link and turn to the others.
“Nicole, Abby,” I say, catching their attention. “It’s all handled. The apartment is clear, and the omegas repaired the door. You can go
