Page 545 of Omega for the Pack

“Don’t give up hope,” he said. “For yourself, your family. And for…me.”

My stomach flipped at his last sentence. I didn’t know what he meant by that, but it would be something I’d think about tonight.

“Do you really care about me?” I asked.

“Let’s just say that I never want to leave your side again,” said Sergio. “Will you be my omega?”

“Is it because I might be pregnant?” I said, wondering why he didn’t look more surprised at the possibility.

“No,” he said. “I went to your house every day to check on you. I watched you sleep.”

“What?” I said, shocked.

I tried to remember if I had ever closed the curtain at night, and I knew I hadn’t because I loved the moonlight. I hated being in absolute darkness.

“Yes, I know. I’m sorry,” he said. “I just wanted to make sure you were safe. But instead of doing that anymore, you could just be mine.”

“I don’t even know you,” I sighed. “Like anything personal about you.”

“We could go on dates?” he suggested, and my face broke into a smile. “What would you like to know about me?”

“How did you end up at the OBC?” I started, turning on his lap to face him. I watched his eyes glaze over in memory.

“I lived with a foster family,” he said. “I don’t really like talking about it, but I care about you. So here goes.”

“Okay.”

“I found a letter in my mother’s room,” he said. “A letter from my real mother, and I confronted my foster mom about it. She eventually confessed that I came from the omega breeding camp. From there, my search for my real mother started.”

“Oh wow.”

“I signed up with the Royal Pack to be a spy at the camp since many alphas were either in cahoots with Henry or they were too afraid to stand up to their own kind.”

“Did you find her?”

“I did not,” he said, letting out a long breath laced with emotion. “For years, I stayed at the OBC, hoping to find her, but I had no luck. I asked for Sylvia everywhere I went, and nothing.”

The name struck a memory within me. The memory of Krissy mentioning something about an older lady named Sylvia who died there. My breath caught, and I debated whether or not to mention it.

“I think I might know what happened to her,” I said. “It might not be her, though.”

“What happened?” he asked with bated breath. “Tell me.”

“The girls in the birthing building told me there was an older lady named Sylvia who died,” I said, and tears shone in his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Sergio.”

“It was bound to happen to her,” he said finally. “I wished to have seen her just once. To let her know that I’m okay.”

We held each other in front of the fire, lost in our own thoughts. I felt bad that he hadn’t seen his real mother and that he was a direct victim of Henry’s conniving plans.

“I hate Henry,” I said. “I hope they catch him.”

“You have no idea how much I despise him,” he said. “He’s a sick bastard, intent on destroying families to fit his vision of Howl’s Edge.”

“Good riddance to him, though,” I said, and suddenly, Sergio lifted my chin as I sat sideways on his lap. My heart thumped as we gazed into each other’s eyes, and then he captured my lips hungrily with his.

And I kissed him back with equal force. My heart pounded hard as we kissed in front of the fire, hungry for each other. I clenched my thighs as my scent floated around us.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed against my lips. “I just wanted to taste one more time.”

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