Seven weeks and three days, that’s how long he’d been without his precious spouse. Ever since they’d been taken from his home he’d done everything he could to find them. Issuing a search party and having forensics search the whole house for you, looking for traces of your scent or signs of a struggle. But in the end, they found nothing.

For seven weeks Kento Nanami had searched and searched. So, when the file for a trafficking ring had appeared on his desk he’d jumped at the opportunity to go check it out.

“I want all of you to storm the front” he pointed to the twelve officers on his left “and the rest of you will enter the back with me to get the Omegas out safely.” They all nodded when he barked his commands, following him into the back while the rest went to apprehend the men in the front.

He could hear noises on a floor above him. “You two.” he pointed at two more officers. “Go up there and check for people.”

*As he reached the back he finally smelled the scent he’d been searching for. “Anon!” Then he heard it. A faint whimper from one of the cages in the corner. “Anon?” He crouched next to the cage, his voice a low rumble of soothing sounds.