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While we typically go home regularly, the guys and I have been hyper fixating on a pretty little omega. Our families have noticed our absence and interrogated us.

I have to say, there are few things scarier than when they all gang up together.

Caelin was able to finally clone Hollis’ phone when she went to dinner with friends. She went out on Christmas Day with them, and Caelin was able to reach over and grab her phone when she turned away for a moment, while they were at the bar.

She was none the wiser, and he left shortly after, leaving her phone exactly where she left it. It didn’t take long, keeping his anonymity intact. He’s been her shadow for two full weeks. The man is obsessed, and I know he feels as if we’re running out of time too.

Now, he can manipulate the app, see all of Hollis’ calendar appointments, and we can hijack one of Aisling’s dates. She hasn’t had any since Pack Dayton, which is surprising to me.

She’s been marathon dating for weeks. Caelin told me that the packs that Hollis is bringing in for the mystery dates all had prior plans to the holidays, which now explains the break.

Domh has been asking me non-stop questions about Aisling, trying to piece together what makes her tick. My theory that Domh is her scent match panned out, and they hit it off incredibly well.

It bears weight that he would want to find out as much as possible about her, but the reality is that I’ve only seen the omega who throws pocket knives at me, fights me at every turn, and refuses to back down.

Even then, it’s been months since I’ve spoken to her.

God, I’d give anything to have her yell at me.

“So, I may have planted a few bugs at Omega’s Haven,” Evan says, stepping into the living room where I’ve been glaring out at our backyard.

We had a white Christmas, and the snow is still coming down. It feels like we’re living in a bubble, and it’s about to pop.

“Did you?” I ask. I need a distraction, and this will do. “Hear anything interesting?”

Turning, I raise my brow with a smirk. Except Even looks a little pale and he’s wringing his hands.

“Aiden, our girl hasn’t been to work since just before Christmas,” he says softly. “No one knows where she is, and they’re worried about her. Wren is in the middle of her heat asof yesterday, so no one can call her either. Pack Mohan is out of commision.”

“As it should be,” I mutter. “Maybe she’s sick? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of her getting ill outside of that one time that Cian asked me to call the doctor. Occasionally, I see him walk into the house looking upset, but no one will tell me why he’s there. I thought it was his parents.”

“His parents are going to outlive us all,” Evan says with a snort. “They’re very healthy. I would have heard otherwise, since I drive them around and Miss Marla likes to chat. That’s definitely not why he’s there.”

“I don’t like this,” I mutter. “I need to get into the house.”

“Why?” Domh asks, leaning against the door as he comes in.

“Aisling,” I grunt. “She’s missed several days of work. Could she have gone into heat?”

Domh winced as he thinks. “Alone? God, I hope not,” he says.

“What’s going on?” Caelin asks breathlessly as he comes in. “Who’s alone?”

“We don’t know what’s going on,” I state, raising my hand. The last thing I need is for them to lose their minds. We’re unstable at the best of times, and my heart is pounding so hard I need to keep us all reined in.

They react if I do. I’m their alpha. I can’t lose my shit.

“Aisling hasn’t made it into work, but was expected,” Evan says helpfully. “I know we just had Christmas, but I bugged Omega’s Haven for intel on her.”

“How?” Caelin asks, incredulously. “There’s no way they’d let you in there.”

“Morgan,” he grunts. “She went in to help her friend. It’s why I didn’t come home one night a few weeks ago. I was extracting Meghan and her toddler. First, I killed her pack and then set the whole thing on fire. I cleaned up all by myself.”

Huffing out a laugh, I shake my head. “You texted me about that,” I remember. “I sent people out to make sure there was nothing left. You did good.”

“So do you think there’s something wrong with Aisling?” Evan asks, shifting on his feet. “Is it possible she’s in heat and the boss is keeping it under wraps for some reason?”

People don’t usually keep something like that a secret, because it’s as normal as breathing. People simply adjust their schedules and expectations and keep it moving.

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