Seated in the backseat of the private car heading to the airport, Lena stared down at the small ziplock bag in her hand. Inside were two strands of hair, black and glossy, like polished obsidian.
That morning, while " Eliot" was eating breakfast, she saw his backpack tossed on the couch. The zipper was half open. She leaned over, took a quick look inside, and spotted a strange little bag under some crumpled worksheets and snack wrappers.
Her fingers tightened around the plastic bag. She picked up her phone and texted Fati.
Fati was Alpha Ronan's younger brother. He was good-looking, impulsive, and always messing around with some Omega.
He wasn't exactly dependable, but he had contacts and could find things out when needed.
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