The better to stop you. “Something about an evacuation of this facility.”
“Ah, yes. Only for humans. Our omegas are carefully prepping the vector drones to release Variant Midgard.”
She swallowed. “So that’s how you will initially deliver the bioweapon.”
“Precisely. The small drones will infect millions and then the infected will spread it several hundred times around the globe.”
A chill coursed through her. “How soon?”
He beamed. “I’ll announce it at the full moon rally.”
“Will I be there?”
“You will be my honored guest. I’ll see you in the morning at Wolf Lair.”
Cricket bowed. “Have a nice day, then, master.” I might be a runt and you a fucking alpha, but I’m going to end your plans.
“Oh, I shall. I’m meeting my son for lunch.”
“I didn’t know you had a son.” Obviously, he must. An entire litter of them, but he’d never mentioned a queen or family. Then again, they weren’t on friendly terms.
Wolfstrom glanced at his watch. “I’ll introduce you to Prince Bain.” He chuckled as if he thought meeting his son amusing. Being raised by the crazed alpha tainted by Griswold’s blood probably had turned his son into a sadistic sicko.
The beta poured her a glass of water. “I’ll return with your breakfast and vitamins.”
“Let me guess, pre-natal pills?”
The beta didn’t respond. He bagged her trash and left.
An hour later, the beta nurse returned with the standard white coveralls. Cricket dressed and followed him out of the facility and into the van. The bridge lowered, and they drove into Wolf Lair Castle. Upon entering the castle, she scented Slade. He must be on the same floor. In her suite, her luggage lay next to her bed. After a shower, she’d put on some fresh undergarments and makeup. She lifted the suitcase and set it on the bed. She reached in and took out a fresh pair of panties and her cosmetic kit. Good all here. She opened her compact and gaped. A small paper stuck out from under the soft pad. Three numbers. The coordinates. Jack hadn’t been a complete ass after all. She sniffed the paper. Odorless. Evil or not, his death meant something. She memorized the numbers and swallowed the paper. The problem was finding a way to send the coordinates to Team Greywolf.
Chapter 17
“I’m Prince Bain?” he asked himself as he paced in the huge private dining room he didn’t recognize.
The door opened and a tall regal-looking older alpha flanked by two alpha guards entered. “At last, son, you are well.” He embraced him with a firm, almost crushing hug.
Coldness rather than warmth chilled him. No recognition. Nothing. He sniffed. The man’s scent did not ring any kinship bells, however, they had met. Another scent on him caught his attention, stilled his heart. Wild honey, warmed like mead and fresh rose blossoms. Female. His. He relaxed, but remained confused.
The big man released him. “I’m King Wolfstrom, your father.”
“Father?”
“Do you remember?”
“I only remember us hunting in the woods, but nothing more.”
“Well, that’s something. Please sit.” His father pointed to a seat next to the head of the table. The king’s chair.
He sat. Several omegas entered carrying platters of fresh food and wine.
Wolfstrom sat and poured them each a glass. “Henrik said your brain injury may never bring back old memories, but trust me, we’ll get you back in the fold.” He sipped his wine. “Back with Agrippa.”
He allowed his father to take the first drink and then drank half the glass. This man could not be his father. His inner wolf’s hackles rose. An imposter. Yet, the scent of the female kept him under control. Mine. She was the clue. “How long have I been mated to Agrippa?”
“A year. You planned to try to have your first litter in the spring.”
“That will have to wait.”