Omega

Chapter 12

I started by naming my plan. It seemed appropriate to name it Operation Scarab. While I searched through every single document, all email accounts and all folders on both computers, I received a call. It was a private detective.

When Konrad approached me at the funeral, I knew that he was a threat. It was instantaneous and I didn't need any elders or pack members to tell me how much of an issue he was. So, when I had a moment alone, I rang a private detective and engaged his services.

He, like many wolves, didn't participate in pack life. They were considered a part of our clan because that was standard across the world. If you lived in pack land, you were a part of their world. There were those that kept to a quiet life, had ordinary jobs and paid their dues when necessary. Most Alphas didn't care about the lone wolves. The bonus of a lone wolf was that they could pass between borders without getting too much attention.

As for this lone wolf, he had a few photos that he thought I would be interested in. When I looked at them, I agreed. I was interested in them.

They made me angry and I think that if it was possible, my blood would be boiling at this point. I printed them and took the images to the dining table where I was creating a timeline of events. This had to be perfect. I had a plan and I didn't want to be pulled up on a mistake. My future as the Alpha of this pack depended on everything going smoothly. When it was laid out, I stepped back and looked at it. I ran through each of the stops and ensured that the dates flowed. When I knew where everything fitted, I got a notepad and wrote the truth about each of the items, my thoughts and what I believed it meant for me and the pack. I don't know what out of any of these notes I'd use but I wanted it down on paper so that I had something if I became flustered.

My stomach turned with anxiety. Leaning my hands on the back of the chair, I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down. It was in my nature to overthink everything. In this case, it was probably necessary but I always went too far.

When I felt like I was in a better frame of mind and the contents of my stomach wasn't trying to say hello to my mouth, I began preparing for the meeting that was yet to be called. I didn't want anyone turning up ahead of time. It was guaranteed that if someone arrived before me, they'd be asking questions while I tried to set up. I didn't want or need distractions.

Picking up the envelope that Stephen's photos were in, I accidentally turned it upside down. Something fell out which was odd because I thought that I got everything. I realised that I pulled the photos out from the top of the paper and this little object was stuck at the bottom.

It was a small photo, one that came from a standard photo developer and not the enlarged versions that the detective offered. The photo was of Stephen and me, taken not that long ago. He had his arm around me, dragging me in for the selfie he was taking. The cheesy smile on his face was his own typical brand of craziness.

The bittersweet smile became tears when I turned it over. You will make a great Alpha.

He knew. Stephen knew that something was going to happen yet they still continued.

Was it better to face the enemy or to run away and hide? I didn't have an answer yet here I was preparing to face the enemy, just like they were. The only difference between them and me was that I wouldn't give Brian a chance to take me down before the meeting. I'd be there waiting for him.

I planned to leave soon. I'd travel to the pack house, set everything up and then send out the meeting notification emails.

I just had one little problem. The spy across the road.

If I left, he might follow but he would definitely call Konrad and I wasn't ready for him to be a part of this.

Taking everything to the garage, I looked at the two cars that remained. Mine and Stephen's. They'd gone to the meeting in dad's car which was normal. Stephen was a little precious about his baby and didn't want to damage it. As for me, I didn't care. Sure, it was a cool car and it was fast but I don't know if it was my thing.

But could it be my thing?

My car was old and needed a lot of work which Stephen had been doing for me. It was his pet project but with him gone, I had to rely on mechanics.

"It is a bit ridiculous." I muttered.

It made sense to keep the car that was in good working order and to get rid of the one that shuddered and spluttered as it dragged itself along the road.

So, I packed everything into my new black Mustang and went to the living room window. I had a spy to spy on. Just for a little while though, there was so much to do tonight.

My spy was asleep.

"Konrad must be stretched for goons if you're the one he picks." I muttered.

But, this played to my advantage.

With the keys in my pocket, I slipped out the door and crept across the road. My little spy friend had the windows down with his arm leaning over the door. It was a hot night so the need to have fresh air was understandable.

As for the man of the hour, he was still asleep. His snoring could wake the dead which was fine. I could hear exactly what he was doing without looking at him.

Carefully I pulled the keys from the ignition and tiptoed to the rear of the car. There was never going to be complete silence but I tried my best. Lifting the boot lid, I pulled out the jack and the tyre iron. I also pulled out the spare tyre and set it aside.

Then, I began to jack the back passenger side of the car. With each movement, I watched and listened. The snoring hadn't stopped.

When the tyre was high enough off the ground, I began to loosen the nuts. It wasn't easy and I was grateful that I had time to do it. There was only a small window and it grew smaller with each passing minute. I firmly believed that my spy friend would wake and catch me in the act.

But he didn't.

I dropped the tire on the road, stood and looked at the fool. Dumping the nuts and the tyre iron into the boot, I moved to the front of the car and filmed a little video that I'd send to Konrad later.

After amusing myself, I bricked up the back of the car,  then rolled the two tyres home. Was there a smile on my face? Absolutely. It was huge.

In the garage, I dumped the tyres and the keys and settled behind the wheel. Pressing the button for the garage door, I slowly backed out of the garage. My eyes were pinned to the rear vision mirror, waiting for the spy to wake and realise that I was leaving.

"This is so crazy." I said with a chuckle.

When the car was out, I pressed the button for the garage and picked up my phone, activating the alarm systems. Then I backed out onto the road, lowered my window and looked at Sleeping Beauty.

Pressing my foot down, I revved the engine. The spy snorted awake and looked at me.

"Hi." I yelled over the rumble of the engine. "I'm leaving now. Bye."

With a smart ass wave, I pressed my foot down and took off.