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Tanner wasn’t lying about smelling like sweaty man-funk.

Being an omega around a compatible alpha is embarrassing.

My nose is weirdly obsessed with his scent, to the point I end up twisting in his hold until I can bury my face between his arm and torso.

“Are you doing okay down there?” he asks with a laugh.

“Yep, all good.”

“Okay.”

“There you are.” If I’m not mistaken, the voice belongs to Ranger. “What is she doing?”

“She is hiding,” I reply, pulling my face free.

“I could have framed that differently.” Ranger’s head bows as he strides forward on long legs. “Are you feeling any better after your trip to the restroom?”

“Yeah, thank you. Do you have a phone I can use? I need to call my sister.”

“I can assure you, Lyra is safe. Tanner is going to take you back to the hotel. Once I’m finished here, I will meet you there.” He clasps his hands in front of his waist and nods to one of the vehicles. “Why don’t you relax? It’ll be warmer inside the SUV. I need a word with Tanner. Then you can be on your way to a fresh change of clothes and a shower.”

My mind wars with being polite—considering they freaking rescued me—and demanding answers, because I feel like I’m owed more than a few.

Honestly, looking around and spotting the plethora of bodies makes me realize it would be smart to get the hell out of here.

If the police show up, I don’t want to be put in a situation where I have to rat out my rescuers.

A hotel room will also have access to a telephone.

My stomach rumbles loudly enough, all three of us pick it up.

“You’ll also be able to eat,” Ranger says calmly. “Although, I think it would be best if you’re looked over by our medical officer first.”

My eyes widen at his words.

They have a doctor on staff?

I need to speak with Lyra and find out what the hell just happened to me and why.

“Okay.”

Tanner carries me over to the running vehicle, and I get settled inside.

There are two men in the front seat that I don’t recognize, but I’m more focused on staring out the window to assess the conversation Tanner and Ranger are having.

I’m fairly sure it revolves around me.

It sets my hackles right up.

While I greatly appreciate being saved, I don’t like that I have no idea what’s happening.

Even more than that…

I’m now completely at these guys’ mercy. It feels a little like trading one set of jailers for another.

This one has just treated me better—at least, so far.

It’s hard to keep a wall up with Tanner because he’s just so damn friendly.

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