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This was a fucking job. I couldn’t afford to let anything personal affect it and on top of that, Francesca Lopez was engaged to someone else – the perfect legacy omega.

Even if I wanted to, I could never compete with that.

But I couldn’t rationalize this feeling away like I normally did either. I couldn’t logic my way out of the sensation coursing through my body.

The reminder that this was ajobdidn’t seem to be enough to calm myself down.

All I could think about was following her into the locker room to reassure her that I didn’t hate her – couldneverhate her.

Didn’t know why I felt that way when I hardly knew her, but I was sure it was physically impossible for me to hate Francesca Lopez no matter how insane that might sound.

I forced myself to my feet and ran my hand through my hair, ignoring all the looks from the other rookies. I didn’t give a fuck what they, or anyone else, thought. They could all think I was a disappointment and honestly, I couldn’t care less.

But Frankie?

The thought of her ignoring me again actually made me feel a little crazy. Like I might have a mental breakdown if she refused to look at me ever again.

I really had to put some distance between us and scrub her essence from my skin, no matter how much I didn’t want to, because if I didn’t, I was pretty fucking sure I was going to abandon the job of a lifetime for an unavailable alpha – one who was part of areallegacy pack.

The kind of pack that would never consider a disappointment like me.

CHAPTER 11

Frankie

I splashed freezingcold water on my face again and again, but it wasn’t doing shit.

My chest was heaving and it felt like I couldn’t get enough air in my lungs. I knew exactly why I was reacting this way and I thought I’d be able to ignore it – ignore the way he made me feel on a visceral level.

But unfortunately, I was fucking stupid.

There was no way I could ignore him. Not anymore—not when he’d grabbed me like he never wanted to let me go.

It had scared me and I hated myself for the way he’d looked so devastated about that, but it wasn’t like I could explain he wasn’t the one scaring me without making everything worse.

I wasn’t afraid ofhimand that was the problem. I was afraid of how much I’d liked it when he held onto me—how he’d looked up at me as if he was one second away from begging me to crush him just a little more.

“This is fine,” I muttered as I shut off the water. “He looked totally freaked out too. Everything will be fine.” Because this wasn’t something either of us wanted or were even interested in.

Feeling his hands on my body would never happen again. Not unless it was absolutely necessary.

I could ignore this like I did everything else.

Soren Hart was my rookie and nothing more. Outside of work, he didn’t exist.

It wasn’t like this was my first time erasing a whole person from my life either, so I knew I could do it.

I’d eventually managed to get Leo to leave me alone and he hasn’t shown me his stupid face in over ten years. If I could do that, I could do anything.

Soren Hart would be no different.

My phone buzzed and I went over to my locker, twisting the combination lock until it clicked. I checked to see who it was and saw that River had texted me, not my father.

I haven’t heard from you in over a week. I miss you.

What a liar.

I swiped to unlock my phone and tapped out a message.

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