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I shake my head. I can’t remember.

It doesn’t matter. All I want is Henry.

It took me a while to want him for more than my heat, but once I relaxed into the situation that we were in; I felt a connection between us—well, not between us—because he obviously never felt the same way.

“Bastard,” I whimper, grabbing my iPad from my bag and opening my BetaFans app.

I can’t see him again. I know I’ll want him, but I’ll only know I was only good enough in my heat.

My finger hovers over the delete app box for a moment. Because the moment I press the button I no longer have his details, but I lose all my subscribers too.

And I need them.

I need to get my life back to normal and stop feeling like this. I find his contact details and block him from contacting me on the app before deleting his contact details. I do the same on the OmegaFans app, though I should just delete this app forever.

Henry leaving before I even woke up confirms to me I’m better off being a beta. I doubt any other alpha will make me feel the same way as he temporarily did.

As I walk down the corridor, I remove the sim card from my burner phone, and clutch it in my palm as I stroll to the cleaner’s trolley.

I stop with my hand hovering over the black bag, knowing that once I open my fingers, I can never contact him or let him contact me again.

I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. My chest makes a deep whining sound as I release the card. I quickly rush away before I rummage through the bag to find it.

Seconds later, I knock on my mom’s hotel door.

She opens the door. “Grace, baby, what’s wrong?”

I burst into tears and fall in her arms.

Chapter 15

Lucas

Six weeks pass quickly. Mainly because I’ve kept myself busy with hockey games, training, and trying to stop Stanton from jumping off a building.

I can’t get Scarlett out of my mind and it’s driving me crazy that I can’t find her, even though I’m absolutely certain I can smell her.

I’ve been ramping up my exercise routine. Hitting a boxing bag is great for blowing off steam. And after hitting the gym this morning, I grabbed my water bottle and towel and headed back to my apartment.

Smiling at the doorman, Trent, as I enter the building. He’s dressed formally in a suit with a heavy wool coat over the top. I point to my mouth. “I’m smiling. So, what are your words of wisdom today?”

“You still look like you lost,” he says.

“I did. But not hockey.”

His head bobs like he knows already. “A woman?”

I shrug my shoulders.

Trent says, “If you find someone who makes you smile like that, never let her go.”

“Hockey makes me smile.” I test him.

“Really? You’ve played hockey for years, yet that’s the first genuine smile I’ve ever seen you give me.”

I grumble as I walk away, then I turn back to him. “I found someone.” Exhaling a deep breath, I continue. “But I lost her.”

He pats my shoulder. “She’s not lost, she’s hidden. The best treasure is always hidden. You have to dig deeper for it.”

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