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“I want to give this prize to my son Lucas and his future wife Raine for their honeymoon,” the senator says, breaking my heart all over again.

I can’t stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks and only when I reach the exit doors do I turn and glance over my shoulder at Lucas.

Time stands still when our eyes lock for a moment.

Just before I open the door and escape.

Chapter 19

Lucas

She’s here.

Somewhere.

Raine is loquacious, and she’s giving me a migraine. Non-stop talk about the vacation to the Greek islands. She still hasn’t realized I’ve stopped listening to her. I can only hear noise now, because I couldn’t care less.

Yet my cock is excited by the girl who used to be my redheaded beta turned pink-haired omega, and I’m so happy she is still an omega.

What did Stanton say his date was called?

How the fuck did he get a date with her?

Where did he meet her?

I’ve looked for her for months. I called her number and texted her, but she never replied. Her BetaFans and OmegaFans accounts have disappeared—just like she did.

And then she turns up at a charity event I’m at. And despite the mask I wore for her heat, she recognized me... or did she smell me?

That’s it.

The undeniable scent matching works like a magnet, drawing two people together in a way they cannot deny forever.

I’ve smelled her perfume before today. I’ve been convinced she’s been around me, and scented her too many times, but on the wrong people. And now I know it’s because her scent must have been on Colton’s clothes.

My search for her dwindled about two weeks ago. The time I decided she didn’t want to be found. At least not by me.

And now she’s here and her perfume is still that of an omega. She never had the implant—I know for a fact because I can only smell a natural omega scent and nothing manufactured.

“Do you think we’ll use these?” Raine asks, flicking the paperwork of the yacht details in her hand.

I shrug a shoulder as I stare at the door where I watched her leave from, and wait for her to come back into the room. “You can.”

The ballroom is abuzz with people networking while they wait for the meal to be presented.

“One minute,” I say to Raine, not waiting for her reply as I push my chair out and stride over to Stanton.

“How’s it going with Scarlett?” I ask him, pulling out Scarlett’s chair and sitting where she had. I’m doing it on purpose. To make sure my scent is coating everywhere around her. That’s why I pressed Stanton’s shoulder and then shook his hand. I wanted her to remember what we had together.

“You mean Grace?” Stanton looks confused.

“Grace...” I murmur.

“Yeah, I told you. And yes, it’s going great, but not as good as you.”

I narrow my eyes. “What do you mean?”

“A week on a fancy super yacht.”

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