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“I have to go to the hospital before they turn off her life support,” I choke.

“I’m so sorry.” Lucas presses his hand on my shoulder. “But you have to do what’s for the best.”

“And Scarlett.”

“Forget her.”

How can I forget my omega?

“You’ll never forgive yourself if you’re not there.” Lucas presses a comforting hand on my shoulder. “It’ll be fine now. Scarlett’s heat won’t last much longer.”

“But she’s ours,” I check as I drag my pants up my legs. I don’t go as far as assuming this is a pack yet. But we have our omega. I know he must be thinking the same thing.

“I’ll look after her, Stanton. But first, I need to deal with my father, and you really need to see your mother.”

Chapter 14

Grace

The moment the morning sunshine catches my eyes, I wake with a smile on my face. Last night was amazing, the time we had sex because we wanted to and not because I was in heat.

I touch my lips. They’re still tingling from all the kisses we told each other would never happen.

I shiver, aware I’ll see him when I turn over in bed. Though, I can’t deny that I’m a little disappointed I haven’t woken in his arms again, like yesterday.

The way he holds me, he makes me feel protected and cherished, and I’ll never get sick of it.

I want to see him.

I want to know he wants me.

He told me over and over that I was his omega. I feel it too.

I turn on the bed and stare at the indent on his pillow.

The beats of my heart quicken as I look around the room. Only seeing his tee shirt folded on the chair.

“Henry,” I call as I push my hands against the mattress and stare at the bathroom door.

My smile is already wide on my face as I wait for him to position his mask and greet me. Though, I hope he’s about to step out of the bathroom not wearing it.

That’s the only thing I don’t like about this agreement we have. That he insisted he couldn’t take it off. But I know he wants me more than he thinks. I feel it in the way he holds me; the way he kisses me; the way he causes a million butterflies to flutter inside me.

He must feel the same way. After all, he kept saying I was his.

I drag back the sheets on the bed and walk to the chair. My finger slides over his tee shirt before lifting it and inhaling his smell. I’m no longer in heat, but like every time before, his scent hits me like my body knows he is mine, and I’m yearning for him again.

I scrunch the material in my hands, breathing in like an addict needing a hit. My eyelashes fluttering at his smell, but my pussy does the same.

I need him.

I inhale deeply once more before I pull the tee shirt over my body.

“Henry,” I say as I walk to the bathroom door. When I get there, I tap my fingernails over the panel. “Are you okay?”

There’s still no answer.

“I’m coming in,” I warn him, in case he isn’t wearing his mask.

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