Forbidden by Liliana Carlisle

CHAPTER 27

JAKOB

CHIP DEACTIVATED.

I growl at the message that comes across my screen.

“Her chip is gone,” I snarl, and Calum scowls.

“If they did it correctly, she should be fine,” he murmurs.

But if it was done wrong…

I won’t entertain the thought.

The flight is around fourteen hours, but I stay awake while the others rest.

I couldn’t sleep if I tried.

They took my mate.

My Alpha roars with anger, ready to destroy anyone or anything that comes between me and my Omega.

The distance has turned me into a monster.

We’re working on limited intel. We only have GPS coordinates and false identities that allow us to partake in the auction.

Their plan is to rescue as many Omegas as they can.

My plan is to bid on Amelia.

My anger and anxiety have bubbled over to a desperate wanting, and my Alpha needs to be satiated. He’s been without his mate for too long.

It all makes sense now. Why my instincts were there before she presented—why I felt the overwhelming pull to her, and the need to protect her.

She’s been my mate all along.

But even if she wasn’t, I know for a fucking fact I’d stop at nothing to save her.

By the time we land, I’m full of rage and bloodlust, ready to destroy everything in my path.

It takes a good hour to reach our destination. It’s a desolate area, surrounded by endless fields of overgrown weeds.

There’s no sign of life. No lights in the distance.

It truly is in the middle of nowhere.

“This place looks abandoned,” Lucas murmurs as we approach the industrial building.

“Of course, it does,” I mutter. “It’s supposed to be as inconspicuous as possible.”

“Holy shit,” Calum says, sniffing the air. “You guys smell that?”

A gust of wind hits my nostrils.

Despite the suppressants in my system, there’s no mistaking the scent of unmated Omegas. But mixed with the sweet scent is…

Horror. Fear. Despair.

There’s one scent that stands out. Beneath the overwhelming stench a delicate, delicious aroma speaks to me.

It calls to my Alpha like no other, and my body responds eagerly.

Amelia.

“She’s here.” I snarl.

It’s easy enough to fool the guards with our fake identification cards.

As per the dress code, we’re in all black, along with dark fabric masks that cover our noses and mouths.

We’re unrecognizable. Just like everyone else.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath. The smell of Omegas wafts down the dark hallway as we follow the guard into the auction area.

It’s more than a room. It’s a fucking theatre.

And Amelia’s on stage.