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“If the first test confirms that you’re an omega, then yes,” she replied.
“Is my alpha here? Can’t he come in?” My chest shook as she ran some diagnostics on me with the machine.
“For this first test I just need a swab,” she said, taking a giant cotton swab and rubbing it against the inside of my cheek.
“You sit tight.” She left, the door locking behind her.
Where was I going to go?
Chapter Forty-Two
Spencer
Heart in my throat, it took all of my willpower not to chase after the Office of Designation Management van as it drove away from the hotelwith my mate.Her panic seared through me and my heart stopped as I remembered the last time I’d felt panic like that so deeply in my soul.
It was the moment Elaris died in a car crash on her way to the airport after a conference. I hadn’t come with her because I’d stayed behind to handle some negotiations.
Not that I would have been able to stop the wreck had I been with her.
Still, once again, I was helpless while the woman I loved panicked.
My phone buzzed with texts on the group chat, reminding me that I had to keep it together–at the very least so that I didn’t overwhelm Grace withmyfear. I had a mate bond again and needed to get back in the habit of being mindful of my emotions.
As I walked back to the cabana I let the pack know everything. While I had every intention of going to her, I needed a plan. Also, pants.
My phone rang. Wes. “I’m so sorry that she was taken.”
“It's not your fault. How can I help? Evan’s attempting to get an advocate to her. Bren's calling the pack lawyer. Jett’s trying to get those background checks,” Wes said.
“The documentation seemed to be in order, but what do I know? One of the big issues is that right now, you’re the only one legally connected to her. I can’t even have a say as a pack member because she’s not actually part of the pack. No judgment, because we could never anticipate this, just facts.” At the cabana, I quickly stuffed our things into the beach bags.
“You’re going to her anyway, right? Do you need me to fly out?” Wes asked.
“I’ll be on my way momentarily. I’ll stand in the parking lot if I have to. Right now, stay in Rockland, though feel free to leave the office,” I replied, making one last sweep, the unfinished sand castle visible through the door sending pangs through my heart.
“I can get on the next flight,” he offered, voice shaking.
Shouldering the bag, I set off for our villa. “We might need your, um, particular skills, and that would be easier if you weren’t on a plane.”
“Oh. That makes sense. Yeah, if I’m doing that I should probably leave the office.” His voice stopped wavering.
“Don’t worry about work today, just focus on her,” I stated.
“Got it. What do you need?”
I thought for a moment. “A copy of the court order. I especially want to know why her and why now. Also, ask Bren if the genscan came in.”
Unlocking the villa door, I threw the bag on the couch. I headed straight for the bedroom, which still smelled strongly of our lovemaking.
I’ll get you, Grace. I promise.
“Whydidwe have a genscan run on Grace?” Confusion flowed through Wes’ voice.
I took a suit out of the closet. Appearances had power.
“The resemblance between Creed and Grace is odd. Even though I don’t think that the professor was one of my father’s omegas, we’re missing something,” I replied.
“Yeah, someone thinking Grace is anillegal designationis both strange and worrisome. Bren's calling, I’ll be in touch. We’ll get her, Spence.” Wes ended the call.
