Page 48 of Knot a Thief

One thing’s for certain—I can’t stay here for long.

I wake up in the middle of the night, hunching over in excruciating pain. My legs are drenched in slick and my pussy throbs with a need I’ve never known before.

I press my finger over my clit, so tempted to sate my desire, but I’ve heard all about an omega’s heats and I know once I start, I won’t be able to stop.

I need to get to the heat hotel in Palma.

I push out of the bed and with weary steps; I walk to the office to find out if Seb has answered my message.

He hasn’t. I can assume he took off from Ibiza in a rush to get back to Majorca.

I check the time. It’s 3.38 am, and I sigh.

I open the browser and search for heat hotels in Majorca. Maybe there is one closer.

I sigh.

The Palma Heat Hotel isn’t open for five hours, but walk-ins are accepted. But that way the heat hotel will provide the alphas for me and I won’t get an option.

My finger slides over the trackpad as I continue scrolling on the returned searches. Then it stops. I read the entry.

Club Indulgence.

Are you an omega in need? Want a compatible alpha?

Tell us your perfume, and we’ll match you up with compatible alphas. We don’t provide a scent matching service, but we will provide at least one alpha with one compatible scent.

Call us.

You’ll enjoy your heat more with an alpha whose scent makes your omega weak.

I just have to get there. Club Indulgence isn’t in Palma but in C’an Pastilla, a half hour drive from here.

That’s a long time in a cab with an unknown driver. Only now do I realize how lucky I was in Ibiza. That man was a beta, but it could have gone so wrong if he wasn’t.

I drag the drawers of the desk open. My hand pushes to the back and I drag out a set of keys.

Ella gave me permission to stay at her vacation home if I ever tired of being on a boat. Also, letting me know their family car was parked in the garage.

I never wanted to call Seb’s cell, but I have no choice. I always promised he would take me through my heat, despite not being an alpha. I can’t deny him that now.

With a heavy heart, I called his number.

“Hello.” His voice is tentative as he waits for me to talk.

“It’s me. I’m...”

“Where the hell are you?” he growls.

“Did you betray me? Did you and Silas plan everything?” I’ve thought of the question over and over. I never thought Seb would ever betray me, but what if he was offered so much more for my capture?

“Why the hell would I do that?”

“Because you knew he was my scent match,” I whisper.

“Fuck! Who Silas?” Seb grunts.

“Max Montgomery.”

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