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“This omega is going into her heat and she’s filming herself on OmegaFans tomorrow night. No alphas, just her and her sex toys before her heat gets too far. Then she’s going into a heat hotel.”

A shiver runs down my back, but I try to look unaffected. “What’s her name?”

“She calls herself Ginger.”

It’s her. I know it’s her. But I need to act casual and say, “She’ll be on OmegaFans tomorrow night. Do you have a link?”

While he takes out his cell and taps on the OmegaFans app, I do the same and wait until he Airdrops me the link to her account. Once he does, I press my fingers over the keyboard of my cell and wait for her details to appear on the screen.

They don’t.

Xander narrows his eyes as he stares at my cell and shows me his. Despite the mask covering half of her face, I recognize her. “That’s strange.”

“Isn’t it?” Nothing is coming up for her name on the OmegaFans app, which can only mean one thing.

She’s blocked me.

She fucking blocked my number.

“I’m going,” I say, knocking back my drink and pushing out of the booth.

“Have another drink, Lucas,” Stanton calls as I walk away.

“I don’t want to be hungover for the flight in the morning.”

I ignore the groans of my teammates as I stroll to the elevator. My heart is beating totally irrationally.

I hardly know her, and I should ignore what she is planning. But there’s no way Ginger isn’t Scarlett or whatever the heck she is really called, because I’m not sure any longer.

I scan through my contacts and when I see her name; I type out a message. I shouldn’t be bothered by what she is planning, but I am. I just don’t know why as I press send.

Me: I’ll pay you fifty thousand dollars. But it will only be me and you. No cameras. No other alphas and no heat hotel.

Chapter 8

Grace

I had the worst night of my life, in a sweat one minute and deep chills the next.

Mom told me it’s heat spikes and that I needed to get to the heat hotel before my perfume attracted all the alphas in the neighborhood to the house.

She knew it would be war, and we left within the hour.

It took us just under an hour to drive to New York City, and I swear she thought every car was following my scent.

Even now, as we settle into the hotel room, she stares at me constantly. She is becoming obsessed.

“I want you in the heat hotel now,” she says, staring out of my hotel window and at the sidewalk below. Mom turns to Harlow and Bardot for their back-up. “It’s not safe for her to be here while she’s perfuming the way she is.”

“I have an opinion,” I say, opening my suitcase and taking out the blankets I brought. The fabrics my omega likes—not me. And soon I won’t again.

“This room isn’t good enough. It’s too big. It’s not your nest.” Mom’s voice raises, panic setting in, no doubt.

I suppose it must be scary for my mom to be leaving me alone here. “I understand you’re worried...”

“Worried!” Her voice verges toward the hysterical. “My daughter is in heat. Everything is wrong... The room... Being alone... Soon you’ll be clawing to get out of this room and get to the alphas in the heat hotel and who knows what will happen to you.”

Harlow clears her throat. She takes my cashmere blanket and rubs it over her face, before plonking her ass on my bed. “I’m an alpha, and I even think this is nice.”

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