Order of Protection

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Alpha Yuri’s POV

Natalya Klishnina had avoided detection for almost two weeks, like she had dropped off the face of the earth. My men had lost her trail on the outskirts of London, shortly after the car carrying my men was crashed into a guardrail.

We searched every traffic cam we could, looking for a vehicle on the road with damage from being sideswiped and came up empty. That section of road did not have cameras, and witnesses couldn’t recall the other vehicle involved. I had pushed my men hard, calling in favors, pressing my sources in law enforcement, and asking connected men in a dozen countries for help. Nothing had worked.

Her passport hadn’t been used. We did uncover the name she was using now, Jessica Donato. We’d gotten that by sending a man to check out Father Kempechny’s apartment, where we found the letter from her. It confirmed that he had been the one who hid her from my brother, arranging a private adoption to get her out of the country. It also told us she didn’t know who she was until she arrived in Moscow.

We got her real name, address and photos out to all our contacts, and I raised the bounty to five million rubles for her dead, four if you gave me the information to find her. At over a million dollars American, we had every lowlife and bounty hunter looking for her now. We’d shake every tree in Europe and North America to find her.

The address she had given on her passport was hers, we had a werewolf investigator in Minnesota break in and check the place out. We had her scent from the clothes he stole, but she was not there and had not been there in a while. Since she lived there, it made sense that Patrick Clarke was around her in Moscow, even if they hadn’t arrived together. I set surveillance around the St. Croix pack, using mostly humans so the Pack wouldn’t get too spooked. Nothing had happened out of the normal for the two weeks we had been watching.

My backup plan wasn’t ready yet. That little bastard Patrick had gone home, then spent a week in Scotland with the Highlands Pack before flying to Moscow a few days ago. He was well guarded, and rarely left the office building that was Pack Headquarters for Yevgheny’s old Pack. I had surveillance on his mate Mischa, but she was heavily guarded; my men couldn’t get close to their compound, and at school she had two adult bodyguards and a driver. We were watching and learning her patterns, and my men would be ready when I gave them the signal to capture her. If Patrick or his Pack were hiding Natalya, Mischa would be a trade they’d have to make.

I was sitting in my office, going through paperwork, when I got a call from the investigator I’d hired in Minnesota. “Give me good news, Carl.”

“We got a hit on immigration, Alpha. She and two other men came into the country two days ago in Duluth, Minnesota.” I pulled up a map while he kept talking. “They came into the country on a bulk freighter, the SS Marbacan. They must have boarded in Scotland; the transit is why we haven’t found her.”

“Why didn’t we know earlier?”

“They are US citizens, and the Customs agent put in paper reports. I got a call from my source when they were entered into the system.”

Fuck. They’d had plenty of time to disappear, but they were back in Minnesota for a reason. “Any activity in the St. Croix Pack?”

“Nothing, although the Beta couple was taken to the airport and left on a private plane a few days ago. That was before Jessie and her friends arrived.”

I knew of this flight, they had stopped to pick up Patrick and then to Moscow. “His parents are on their way home, the plane left Moscow this morning.” I thought about it for a minute. “Hire whoever you need to give me full surveillance. I want every person in and out of that compound of theirs followed. If you get any hint of her, you know who to call.” I had four of my men there, with orders to kill Jessie on sight. “I want names and photos of the men with her.”

“I just emailed them to you and your men here,” he said. “They are St. Croix Pack, mid-level, probably Pack Warriors.” I checked my inbox and pulled their photos up. “All of my men know to watch out for them now.”

“Do whatever you need to do and find her. If we don’t find her in three days, I’ll use Mischa or his parents to find out.” I hung up, still pissed off. I leaned back in the chair; I only had so many men I could spare. I’d have to use this another way. I sent for Beta Pyotr, he was in charge of screening the applicants for our Pack. The news that Council Member Javier was taking over hadn’t slowed the flow of Moscow refugees to our pack, it had accelerated it. Anyone who was connected with Mafia business was figuring out that wasn’t in the near future, and I was the only connected Alpha to go to.

“Yes Boss,” Pyotr said as he entered my office.

“I need men to be involved in the search for Jessie Donato. Screen the guys who are seeking entry, find men who can still travel outside the country. I want at least one person outside every Pack within five hundred miles of the Twin Cities, and I want them to have Jessie’s scent. Tell them to stay out of the territories and keep their eyes open. Anyone who helps me find her gets in the Pack and a big reward.”

“It shall be done, Alpha. These guys won’t be able to stop for a beer without one of our men finding them.” He walked out to get it going. I was going to flood the area with so many people looking for them they could never hide.


Patrick’s POV

I was overwhelmed.

Alpha Javier had come in like a whirlwind, he and his mate Abrianna had driven straight from the Kstovo Pack to Moscow and took over Yevgheny’s Alpha office. By the time I had settled things back home and trained Beta John, things were running smoothly.

The Pack Members who had stayed were mostly glad to see him, although almost all were low level. The Pack had been split between those who wanted to follow the Mafia way, and those wanting to have a normal existence as a Pack. With Javier in charge and the possibility of someone without Mob ties being the permanent Alpha, the sides resolved themselves. The normal members stayed, and the gangsters headed north to St. Petersburg.

The Pack assets were a mess. That’s where I was put, along with a team of accountants, a lawyer and a former police officer who remained with the Pack. Bank accounts, properties, shell corporations, bonds… Yevgheny and his Betas had been paranoid of the assets being tracked to their Mafia operations, so things were separate and hidden. We were poring over records in file cabinets, account statements and other documents to piece together what the Pack really had.

We needed the money and the assets, as the Pack was in chaos. Those who had relied on Pack jobs for their livelihood hadn’t been paid, and in some cases didn’t know who they reported to anymore because the leadership was dead or in jail. As the Pack members came forward, so did the needs they had, and we had to find ways to help them out. I was working eighteen-hour days, we all were, as we tried to piece the Pack back together.

The saving grace for me was that this was Friday, and that meant my Mischa would be arriving after dinner. Konstantin would bring her out every Friday and take her back home again on Sunday night, allowing both of us to see each other. She was still underage, we couldn’t sleep together or be alone, but we could work and dine together. The thought of being with her calmed my wolf. I was looking forward to Saturday night when we would participate in the Pack Run in the woods outside Moscow.

All Betas to my office,” I heard from Alpha Javier broadcast. I got up immediately and left the room, joining the others in the hallway moving quickly his way. There were eight of us total, all loaned temporarily from other Packs and now bound to him as Alpha. We stood by the conference table in his office until he sat down, then took our seats and waited. “My contacts in law enforcement have given me this recording,” he said. He pressed a button on his laptop, and it started playing.

“Give me good news, Carl.”

“We got a hit on immigration, Alpha. She and two other men came into the country two days ago in Duluth, Minnesota. They came into the country on a bulk freighter, the SS Marbacan. They must have boarded in Scotland; the transit is why we haven’t found her.”

“Why didn’t we know earlier?”

“They are US citizens, and the Customs agent put in paper reports. I got a call from my source when they were entered into the system.”

“Any activity in the St. Croix Pack?”

“Nothing, although the Beta couple was taken to the airport and left on a private plane a few days ago. That was before Jessie and her friends arrived.”

“His parents are on their way home, the plane left Moscow this morning. Hire whoever you need to give me full surveillance. I want every person in and out of that compound of theirs followed. If you get any hint of her, you know who to call. I want names and photos of the men with her.”

“I just emailed them to you and your men here. They are St. Croix Pack, mid-level, probably Pack Warriors. All of my men know to watch out for them now.”

“Do whatever you need to do and find her. If we don’t find her in three days, I’ll use Mischa or his parents to find out.”

He pushed the button. I was shaking, barely holding my wolf back from taking over. My mate and my family were in danger. “CALM DOWN, Patrick. They are not in immediate danger, and thanks to my contact we now know the intention and the timing. Do you think your Pack is incapable of protecting your parents? Is Viktor incapable of protecting his daughter?”

He was right. “No Alpha, they are most capable.”

“Good. I want you to talk to your Alpha, I will contact Alpha Viktor myself. In the meantime, understand my position on this. The Moscow Pack will not be involved in illegal activities. Anyone who assists Yuri or his plots will be expelled from the Pack.”

“What of Alpha Yuri,” another Beta asked.

“What we have here is not enough to bring him before the Alpha on charges. He has not attacked other Packs or risked exposing us to humans, at least yet. Our focus remains on our Pack. If you uncover anything that relates to Yuri and this Natalya, or Jessie as she is now known, pass it to me and I will forward it to the proper Alphas for action. Understood?” We all answered in affirmative. “Dismissed.”

We all got up, and just before I got to the door the Alpha called me back. “With the threat, Patrick, I’m going to recommend to Alpha Viktor that his children remain on his Pack lands where he can protect them. There is too great a risk for travel,” he said.

He was right. I hated it, but he was right. “I understand, sir. My mate’s safety is more important than anything.”

“She’s not the only one in danger. You are her friend, correct?” I nodded, she was important to me. “Yuri will know this. He will think you know where she is. I know you do not, you would be foolish to risk her that way, correct?”

“Yes, Alpha. I have been out of the loop since the claiming ceremony. My Alpha insisted on it.”

“I think there is a way we can use this to our advantage,” he said. “Go, call your parents on Skype, not on the phone. As you can see, it’s too easy to capture conversations on the phone. When you are done, call your mate. Think about how we can protect Jessie from him.”

“I will, Alpha.” I walked out of his office, my head was spinning with the possibilities. So much had changed since I joined the guys for beer and wings at the Hooter’s in the Mall of America. The stakes were incredibly high for this.

I got to my room and opened my phone, calling home and waking up my parents. I asked them to go to Stan and Larissa’s and call me back on Skype, it was important.

It was life and death.

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