Page 25 of Bonding the Band

“Would the venue have a list of the attendees?” Phin asked. “Probably too much to ask for a list of their designations. Hen, what do you remember about the omega? Anything besides scent?”

Hendrix looked at us with pleading eyes.

Beckett stood up taller, realization filling his eyes. “Hen left the VIP meet and greet early. It was probably someone from there.”

“Fuck, yeah.” I beamed. “That’s a way shorter list than everyone at the concert.”

Was our omega pretty? Hendrix tended to have good taste, but then again, I had seen him make some poor decisions while high. Most of the women who ended up in our beds were objectively pretty, though.

Would she vibe with us?

Did she have a nice personality?

What if she wasvegan? I shuddered at the thought.

No, Hendrix wouldn’t have beenthatdumb. We all loved meat too much…including our own.

Chapter 10

Hendrix

The whole pack was on a fucking mission. I couldn’t quite decide if having a mystery bonded pregnant omega I had no memory of floating out in the world without me was better or worse than worrying I was dying. Beckett had immediately done a deep dive into bonding sickness, and sure enough, it matched the very particular hell I’d been living in since we’d left Seattle.

Howhad I managed to forget her? That was a brain betrayal of the highest order, and I knew the guys were probably hardcore judging me. Hell, I was judging myself. We had to find her. There was no way I could let my omega and my baby keep living their lives without me, even if I didn’t know a damn thing about her.

I flipped through the document that had all of our staff and their contact information, searching for someone who would be able to connect me with the security team at our Seattle venue. I started with our venue coordinator, Maxine.

“Hey, Maxi, what are the odds of me getting the security footage from outside the VIP room in Seattle?”

“Good morning to you, too, Hendrix. Odds are pretty high if you give me a reason.”

“We’re looking for someone I met that night, but I lost their contact info.” A lie, but she didn’t need to know that. “Trying to reverse engineer a little bit.”

“I’ll look into it. Do you want one of my team to go through the footage, or do you want me to forward it to you?”

“Forward to me, please. I ducked out of VIP early.” Or so the guys had told me. “It shouldn’t be too hard to find the right timestamps.”

“All right. I’ll be in touch.”

“You’re the best. Buy yourself a spa package and send me the invoice.”

I flopped facefirst onto the tour bus couch after the call ended, feeling a little less directionless, but still steeped in fucking misery with the bonding sickness. This was bullshit.

“I see you’re working hard to find the omega.” Phin swept up the bus stairs and parked himself next to me.

I spared enough energy to flip him off. “Fuck off. I did a task.”

“I talked to the makeup artists who were with us in Seattle.”

Perking up at that, I lifted my head to look over at him. “Any luck?”

“Carly said she remembered seeing you sitting with a brunette while she was packing up. At least that narrows down hair color.”

Abrunetteomega? I usually aimed for blondes, and now I was even more curious what it was about her that had drawn me in to begin with.

Phin huffed. “I wish we’d figured shit out earlier. We could’ve caught her on the bus cam.”

That would’ve been way too helpful. The exterior cam only kept footage for about a week for insurance, in case we got into an accident or someone tried to break in. I was desperate to see her face, even if it was in grainy security footage.

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