Free Betrayal: Reckless Desires (Dark Wolves Book 2) by Elianne Adams Page B

the woman’s injuries, Orrin’s rage wouldn’t matter. Wesken would kill him himself.
     
     
     

SIXTEEN
    Wesken stared at the battered Omega knowing full well that he was intimidating the crap out of her. But it didn’t matter. Only the truth mattered. The question was, could he trust what a Mahehkan was telling him? His head said hell, no with a big emphasis on the no, but his gut told him otherwise.
    “How do you know Amalija?” he barked, asking her again for the third time, making her jump with the suddenness he’d asked it of her.
    The Omega wouldn’t look at him, but then, he didn’t expect she would. She was as submissive as anyone ever got.
    “She’s already told you,” Orrin butt in, his voice edgier than it should have been.
    Wesken narrowed his eyes as he looked at the man. He hadn’t left the female’s side, not for a single second since they’d arrived. James, the male—who apparently was Amalija’s brother—had woken but had been taken to the infirmary for treatment to the various wounds Orrin had inflicted when he’d found Roxie in his possession and injured. It was a miracle that the little female had found the strength to keep Orrin from finishing the other man off in his rage.
    “I want to hear it again,” he snarled at his friend. It was obvious the man wasn’t as objective as necessary for the situation.
    “S-she was a friend of mine. I’m a couple of years younger, but she took me under her wing when things got bad. She protected m-me. Can I see her? Is she okay? James told me she survived, but I never heard from her.”
    Wesken grunted and stood. He needed to move. What she said sounded like the woman he had thought Amalija to be, but then, that was before he’d known she’d been lying to him the whole time. He thought back as he paced the length of the pack house. No, she hadn’t lied. She’d never come out and said she was Komoro, but keeping the information to herself was as bad. It’s not like he would have attacked or run her out of the village. But had she known that? “And James is her brother?”
    The woman nodded. “Yes. I hope he’ll be okay.”
    Orrin growled next to her, and she looked down as she wrung her hands over and over, her whole body tense. But then she took a deep breath, straightened her shoulders, and looked at Orrin again. “I wouldn’t be alive today if it weren’t for him.”
    The man looked at her and released his fists before nodding. “We can check on him once we’re done here if you want.”
    “I’d like that, thank you,” she said before turning her attention back to Wesken. Oh, she didn’t look at him, but she turned her head in his general direction. “James took Amalija from the camp six or seven years ago. They’d hurt her so badly—abused her. He wasn’t sure she’d survive if they got a hold of her again. So he took her, and he ran. He left her on Komoro land so that someone would find her. And that’s what he was doing for me when Orrin came along. We were looking for a package that she’d left in the tree for—”
    Wesken’s heart hammered against his ribs. He slammed his fists on the tabletop, sending the cup of water Orrin had gotten for Roxie flying. The little Omega scurried from her chair to hide behind the other man, but Wesken didn’t care. The bundle Amalija had been out with that day in the forest—the clothes, the hairbrush, the soap… They hadn’t been for a swim in the lake. She’d left them for Roxie. Fucking dried meat to fill the Omega’s belly. It made sense, but why not ask for help? Because you’re an asshole and made it clear you hated all fucking Mahehkans. That’s why.
    Just then, the door to the pack house clattered against the wall, and Delana ran in. “They have her,” she yelled.
    Wesken didn’t move a muscle, fear already making his wolf surge forward. “Who are they, and who do they have?”
    Delana rushed over, gripping his shirt in both her fists. “Amalija. The Mahehkans