Page 101 of Captive Omega

“I could look into him,” Blaine says quietly. “It wouldn’t be hard to find the fiancé if they announced the engagement.”

I study him for several seconds. It’s been years since he volunteered himself for a case. Anything that doesn’t look like the most boring, straightforward case, he wants no part of it.

After Violet’s death, he sees trouble everywhere.

“And if we learn something Resa wouldn’t want us to know?” I can see where this is going and I don’t like it.

Blaine stuffs his hands into his pockets. “I would just be looking into the fiancé.”

“And is that all we’re doing about the fiancé?”

No one says a word.

The silence tells me everything I need to know.

Would I like him dead? With every fiber of my being. But killing off the competition isn’t how we convince Resa to stay with us. And if she ever found out?

“No.” I shake my head. “I don’t know what reassurances to give that she would ever believe. But we can show her what an alpha should be. Maybe that might be enough.”

Vaughn bumps his shoulder with mine. “It’s not like you to be so unsure of yourself.”

“I just had the thing I’ve always wanted land in my lap with no warning.”

Resa makes a soft sound halfway between a sigh and a whimper.

My gaze snaps toward her, and I frown.

She’s been through a lot. Too much. If she’s having a nightmare, then…

The soft sound comes again. She stirs on the chair, shifting restlessly as the soft half sigh, half whimper turns into a moan.

I halt one step into the den.

“Is she…” Vaughn’s voice trails off.

I drag in a breath and take a step back out of the room as Resa fills it with the scent of her arousal, a perfume too alluring for me to ignore for long.

“What do you think she’s?—”

“Garrison,” Resa moans.

“Well, that sure cleared that up.” Vaughn flashes me a grin. “Must be all the puzzle action that got her all hot and bothered.”

I keep my expression blank, but it’s good to see Vaughn so playful again. It’s been a long time since he’s looked that happy, mostly because he’s spent more time out of the house than in it.

His grin widens. “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

My gaze returns to the dreaming woman wrapped up in my coat, smelling of me, moaning my name. My mate.

A hand grips my arm, hauling me back. It’s Vaughn. “Maybe that’s not such a good idea.”

I have no clue what he’s talking about until I realize where I am. A foot closer to Resa than I was a second ago.

All I can smell is Resa, and all I can think of is taking her from the chair, putting her on the floor and?—

“Uh, Garrison.” Vaugh clicks his fingers in front of my face, refocusing me.

My breathing is fast and hard, my hands clenched in tight fists as I fight a desperate, urgent need to strip the clothes from Resa and cover her with my body. She’s dangerously close to tipping out of the chair, but if I put one hand on her, I won’t be taking it off.

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