Third Person P.O.V. – at The Golden Emporium
Omega Liam was proud of himself.
He leaned casually against the wall by the service corridor, smug from his phone call with Beta Caleb. He was already counting the cash in his mind when a flicker of movement caught his attention—but he brushed it off. His job was done.
But he didn’t notice the woman nearby. The room service attendant with her cart of linens, who had paused just around the corner when she heard Liam whispering into his phone.
She wasn’t there for clean towels.
She was one of Conrad’s shadows.
The Rogue Alpha didn’t trust Veronica—not fully. And unlike Veronica, Conrad never took anything at face value. So he planted watchers in the hotel, disguised as staff. Just in case.
When Alpha Matt had called the reception, she had a
