Chapitre 29: Chapter 29

And alphas. Five at least, maybe more, their mouths open, hungry, eyes fixed on Rafe. They’d pegged him for an omega, damn it.

Not that he wasn’t grateful for the temporary reprieve, but what the hell were they waiting for?

As if Rafe had spoken the question aloud, the man next to him answered. “They’re waiting for one of them to make a claim so the rest can challenge. These guys are a hunting pack, and they’re desperate. They sweep bus terminals and airports, hoping to find some runaway omega whose parents have been hiding him. The dumb kids get tired of laying low and think they can make it in the big city.” The man scratched his chin. “You don’t look dumb, so explain to me why a ripe omega in heat is lounging in public, begging to be taken.”

Rafe’s jaw dropped. Heat? No. He’d caught the flu from the little girl, hadn’t he? He had days more left on his suppressants. This was just—