Page 133 of The Heat of Us

“Finally. There you are, Hazel.”

Oh fuck.

Clearly the app didn’t vet drivers well enough.

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HAZEL

“Give me your phone!”

The hulking alpha in the driver’s seat immediately barked at me. The command hit me full force despite the fact that he was facing away from me. A screamed expletive was trapped in my throat, furious and burning as my arm stretched out obediently. My mother lifted it easily from my palm and tucked it into her bag.

Fuck omega biology.

I just had to trust Remy would realise what was happening soon. I reminded myself that he was watching my location.

He’ll come for you.

My eyes burned into the back of the alpha’s head. He must’ve been the upstanding Christian who agreed to help my mother intimidate me. Why did he look familiar?

He turned around. A jaw like a brick and that stupid fucking notch in his eyebrow.

Damien.

I should’ve fucking known he was the alpha my mother was working with.

His mask was fully off now, no hint of the affable man who had hit on me. Instead he was predatory and hungry, his slimy gaze drifting over my body.

“This man is a psycho, you know he tried to run me over, right?” I lashed out at my mum.

Her head whipped towards the alpha. “You what?”

Interesting. She didn’t know?

At least that meant my mum wasn’t guilty of filicide.

A relief, truly.

“Be quiet,” Damien snarled. My lips snapped shut.

Seriously, fuck omega biology to the depths of hell.

“She’s being dramatic,” he explained to my mum dismissively. “She was all over that other alpha in public. Just wanted to scare her a little.”

“Damien, I didn’t have you track her so you could do that,” she reprimanded him stiffly.

Track me?

“We’ve got her now, stop complaining, yeesh.”

I glanced down at the bag beside me and flinched like it had grown scales, tightening its slithering grip around my shoulder. He’d probably put something in it before handing it back the first time we met.

Fuck, he’d been tailing me since before my heat. I had no schedule, no set place I had to be every day, spending most of my days holed up in my apartment. When I went to the gym with Ben it was erratic based on his shifts. There was no real rhyme or reason to my routine.

Except my coffee runs with Remy on our working days.

My weekly post office drops.

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