"Shit," Agent Christie cursed behind Ty. "Someone get him back inside. Now."
A couple of agents started heading toward the kid, but most of the others stared in mute fear as the idiot barreled toward Ty.
"Is that him?" The kid demanded in a high-pitched whine. A mix of fear and guilt wafted off of him. "Is that the animal that took Mia? It is, isn't it?"
Ty narrowed his gaze. Rage simmered just below the surface, ready to break free.
Another head poked out of the vehicle's open door just as the agents reached the kid, wrapped their arms around his shoulders and pulling him back to safety. There was no complex mix of emotions in the second kid who jumped down from the RV. He just reeked of self-preservation and fear.
"Dustin, get your ass back here," he yelled.
Dustin.
In an instant, all the anger inside Ty erupted. He crossed the parking lot in a few long strides, utterly focused on the worm who had dared to hurt his omega.
The idiot kid, realizing what was about to happen to him, shook off the agents' hold and ran like hell back to the RV.
He didn't make it, of course. Scared or not, there was no way a beta could outrun a charging alpha.
Ty wrapped one large hand around Dustin's neck and lifted him up off the ground. The beta clawed at Ty's hand with his fingers, choking.
"You," Ty growled, loosening his grip slightly so the kid didn't pass out. "You're the one who hurt Mia."
"No," Dustin sputtered. "I didn't do anything to her. She ran away from me."
"Ty, you don't want to do this," Agent Christie's calm voice called out behind him.
But he did. He really did.
Ty tightened his grasp again. Even a dozen guns being pulled from their leather holsters didn't change his mind. He didn't have to look around to know they were either pointed straight at his head or his chest.
Still, he wasn't about to let the worm go.
"She didn't run away from anyone," Ty snarled. "She could barely walk when I found her. Her knees were bleeding. Her face was bruised."
The last bit of color drained from Dustin's face.
"Oh God," he choked. "What did I do?"
Ty's lip curled up. "That's what you're going to tell me. Now."
"Ty," Agent Christie's reasonable voice again. "He won't be able to tell us anything if you don't put him down."
True.
Ty pondered the fact that the kid hadn't told the FBI the truth either. But Ty wasn't restricted by the beta agent's rules and regulations. He didn't have to play nice. All that mattered to him were answers.
Ty lowered the worthless beta down just far enough for the tips of his toes to scrape against the gravel.
"Now, talk," he demanded.
"I don't remember much," Dustin sniveled. "I was so wasted."
Ty dug his fingernails into soft flesh. "Try harder."
"I remember being at the concert," Dustin gasped. "I remember being pissed that Mia kissed some other guy. Then the next thing I knew, we were in Josh's car."
"Dustin!" the other beta—the one Ty had almost forgotten about in his rage—shouted from behind the safety of the RV door. "Shut the fuck up, man."
Ty scowled down at the beta in his grip. "Keep going."
"That's right," Dustin said as though the memory of the night was starting to come back to him. "Josh said we should bring Mia out here to teach her a lesson. That a night in the Boundarylands would scare the slut out of her."
"Dude. Shut up!"
But Ty was focused on the memory of Mia's words that first night.
I'm not a whore. I'm not a slut.
New fury flowed through Ty's veins as he considered that these two worthless sacks of flesh had dared to speak of his omega in that way.
"That's not what you told us in your sworn statement," Agent Christie said, coming down from the porch. "You told us that the senator's daughter ran away after an argument."
"He's lying," the one named Josh shouted.
Ty's gaze snapped to the coward. "He's not. I can smell the truth pouring out of him. Just like I can smell your cowardice. Soon the only thing in the air will be the stench of your blood."
"Oh, God." Tears started to pour down Dustin's face. "I h-handed Mia over to a m-monster."
A deep growl rumbled through Ty's chest. With a flick of his wrist, he sent Dustin flying through the air. Mia's ex-boyfriend might have been the one who did the dirty work of hurting her, but it was obvious he wasn't the one calling the shots that night. The idiot pup didn't have the guts…or the brains.
The clutch of agents finally came to life and rushed toward Dustin, who had landed against one of their SUVs with a heavy thud. By the sound of his screams, he'd be needing a cast for at least one of his legs.
With the agents' attention focused on him, Ty had plenty of room to go after the one who most deserved the harshest justice.
The one named Josh.
The spineless bastard saw him coming. With a terrified shriek, Josh ducked back inside the RV, slamming the door behind him.
A grim smile spread across Ty's face. As if a flimsy door could ever stop him.
With one sharp pull, he wrenched the thin metal loose, tearing it free from the hinges. Hunching down to clear the door's frame, Ty climbed inside. He found the coward who had hurt his omega cowering in the back of the vehicle.
"Please don't kill me," Josh begged.
Pure disgust roiled in Ty's belly. Had Mia begged for mercy from this sniveling beta before he tossed her out in to the unforgiving night? Ty could only imagine how scared she'd been. How alone.
She'd never feel those things again. Now Mia had him to protect her.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't rip you limb from limb," he snarled.
"Because I wasn't the one that hit her," Josh cried. "I
