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“I walked,” I explain. “Long story, I’ll be right back.”

“Do you want me to come with you?” Bernie asks.

Sighing, I decide that would be more efficient.

“Yes, please,” I call out behind me.

Bernie raises her brow when she sees Domh, and I shake my head.

“Stalker alphas,” I mutter, taking things from him to divide it up between Bernie and I.

“I know you told me to shut the fuck up, but I’m not going to have the police called because you’re pissed off at me,” Domh drawls as I roll my eyes. “You are, after all, wearing my mark on you.”

“Tomato, tomato,” I grunt, walking away.

Bernie glances in my direction, and I shake my head. “I’m fine,” I sigh. “It’s complicated. I’ll shoot them all if they become too much of a pain in the ass.”

“That’s the response that happens when your daddy is a mafia man,” Bernie says with a giggle, opening the back door up for us.

Smirking, I can’t help but agree as I help put away the food. Walking through the shelter to the outreach part, I throw myself into work at an office with a door. Most of the time, I work amongst everyone else, but my control isn’t the best today.

I have appointments only I can make, phone calls, and people to see. The door at least allows me to close it and take a break when and if I need it, though my anxiety is less here at Omega’s Haven.

The damn alpha is the one who’s presence pisses me off.

My phone buzzes, drawing my attention, and I see it’s Wren. I’ve spoken to her once since I got my phone back to reassure her that I was okay. She asked how my date went, and I told her that I was kidnapped by Pack Hayes.

She of course went ballistic, and Shaw sent me a photo of his gun and knife asking if I needed either. It was so sweet, I burst into tears. That’s about where my mental health currently is.

Wren:

Come have dinner with us tonight. We need proof of life.

Me:

Sorry, I’m a little slammed today, getting caught up at work. Hazel is out today, so I went grocery shopping.

Wren:

We need to talk to her, see if we need to break up her duties into two jobs. She’s been missing a lot recently.

My lips twitch.This is one of the many reasons that I love this girl. Instead of saying that we needed to discuss if she needed to be let go, she figured there had to be something wrong. She’s right, this is a recent issue, and there has to be a reason for it.

Grabbing a sticky note, I jot a reminder to call Hazel on a conference call with Wren to find out what’s going on with her.

Me:

Sticky note created.

Wren:

Coming back to the subject, will you be at your dad’s house tonight?

Sighing,I drop my face to my hands. I’m avoiding that man so much. I don’t know what to believe, and my brain is very loudly telling me that he’s not who I thought him to be. Standing, I close the door, so I can cover my mouth to swallow back a sob. I’ve been avoiding thinking about Dad for hours. Fuck.

Swallowing hard, I let the tears fall down, because there’s no way for me to hold them back. Returning to the desk, I push away my phone and turn on the computer to answer my emails. I can be productive and cry, dammit.

I only get to answer two emails before I get another text from Wren.

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