Killian was the biggest of the bunch, and the first one to step forward. With both rifles in his hands, he held the weapons in the air. He wanted to make sure the guards knew they were armed. He shook his head forward to lower his rounded sunglasses and grinned. “Can you see my hands from up there, fuckwad?”

“An Ouroboros…”

Going ahead with the plan, Lucas stepped forward next. “We need access into every room in this facility.”

It was a hell of a lot to ask.

The sleek metal clicked from the guards’ writhing fingers. They had their red sights focused on the pack, but Vash saved the best for last.

“Okay. You win,” he said, stepping forward with his men. Raising his hands in the air, he kneeled on the concrete, immediately soaking his kneecaps.

The guard lowered his weapon and let out a shriek of anger. Sniffing wildly, the man cocked his head through the thin window. “A ploy,” he whispered.

“Not a ploy. I am of Cassian’s blood,” Vash said, revealing the unique and glowing ink on his wrist of the snake eating its own tail.

The guard chuckled. Maybe he’d heard that excuse one too many times. “We will need to fingerprint and quarantine you and your men if you want access,” he said. “That will come after we call Lord Cassian.”

Lord Cassian. He hadn’t heard that one before. Vash felt the urge to hurl.

“Frederik Johannson,” Vash said. The man stirred but did not say a word. “Two children. One mate—a biological beta female, who, by her very nature, is not fruitful. You are required by law to keep an omega in the household at all times if you are a breeder, are you not?”

“I… I do not thin—”

Vash stood and revealed the glimmering coins. Cupping his palms, he let the money fall onto the wet pavement. “Let us in, and all of you can live deliciously.”

Heavy whispers from above shrouded the guards’ plans. It was easier to take control of someone than most thought. Cassian knew this. He’d taught Vash his ideas, but Vash had internalized it in the opposite way. Every brute deserved hell for their sins. However, that didn’t mean he was going to let the omega off easy.

True enough, the omega didn’t mean shit to him.

The guard grimaced but acquiesced. “Sending someone down. Lower your weapons.”

Without a word, the alphas complied and even kneeled to the guards above. As the lone guard descended the ladder, Vash smiled at his instant success. Now, he could find his brother’s great experiment, the overwhelming loneliness he trapped inside a body.

Stepping into the puddle of water, the guard stepped in front of the men and raised his rifle. “I cost more than that,” he scoffed.

Vash raised his eyes at the man and analyzed his youthful face. He was practically a kid. Must have been in his late teens. He didn’t know fuck-all about this house of trauma and pain. Someday, when Vash took control, he’d find out.

“You called my bluff,” Vash said.

The guard nudged his barrel against the tip of Vash’s cold nose. “Don’t have all night,” he said.

When the last of Vash’s coins spilled out of his pocket and into the man’s grubby hands, a sudden stillness surrounded them, as if the guard just realized their plans. “Is this a-a-a-?” he asked.

Killian finished the boy’s sentence for him. “Coup?”

Vash ran his fangs against his lips, teasing the moment out. “I’d advise you and your men to leave the area at once.”

“We’ll disband, but you’ll have to blow the dome open and take out any remaining men inside,” the guard said. “I’m not taking the fall for this.”

Killian grimaced and ground his heel on a rock beneath his boot. Vash knew he’d go along with the plan because he wasn’t fond of Cassian. It wasn’t his brutishness that bothered Killian, necessarily. Behind every action was a clear lack of loyalty and disdain of any overarching hierarchy. Killian would never be able to understand that. A pack was supposed to be devoted to the group, but Cassian was a lone wolf hell-bent on taking power.

“You must be proud.” Killian grimaced.

The man raised his eyebrow before pocketing the remaining coins. Pointing at Vash, he peeled his lips back, revealing a dreadful smile. “It’s like the man said. A man’s gotta eat.”

Appearing calm and collected, Lucas lowered his night-vision goggles and imaged the area for any heat signals. Quickly, he found the rows of sheds—rooms that supposedly housed the subjects. However, scattered throughout the vicinity were other guards. It wasn’t going to be as easy an entrance as they’d thought.

Even then, they had no guarantee she would actually be in this facility. Vash had gone off his brothers’ descriptions, but there were notable signs she had been moved quite a number of times. Plus, there were facilities scattered throughout every neighboring metropolis.

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