Alpha Zane's POV

"You lost track of her? Wasn't she with you? And the club was busy, how did she go unseen? Damn it!" I can barely contain my anger and slam my fist down hard on the table. Only yesterday my Delta Ivan told me he had located Ariel.

She had even checked into one of our hotels in Miami. Ivan had acted as if he were the restaurant manager and, so as not to look suspicious, had pretended to be impressed by the woman in her company. Everything went smoothly, the plan was to drug her in the busy club and take her on my private Jet to...