Page 77 of Talk About… Secrets
“We got a strange package that got flagged by our mail room. It was addressed to Spencer, specifically.”
“What?” I said. “Did you open it? What’s inside?”
“I did, since you asked I watch your correspondence. It smelled strange, so I opened it and honestly, nearly threw up.”
“Let me guess… omega panties?”
“Partially,” he admitted reluctantly. “But it was the photos that concerned me more. I did some digging and similar boxes arrived at your old place for Cade, and you. The building held onto them.”
“What the fuck? Do we have any names on those boxes of who sent them?”
“No name, but Spencer’s had a letter,” he admitted. “The things she’s rambling on about… I hate to pry, but did you guys share an omega in the past? One who seemed a bit…”
“Crazy?”
“Yes,” he said.
“We have before but never with strings and never the same omega twice,” I said, hating how big of douchebags we sounded like. “We were a pack and didn’t date separately.”
“I get it,” he said. “She didn’t. This is absolutely unhinged.”
“Fuck,” I cursed, unsure how to even handle this.
“Without a name, I’m not sure there’s much we can do, but I’ll gather the others with the cops. They’ll be in touch, I’m sure.”
“Thanks, Lincoln,” I said as he hung up, staring blankly at the wall for a moment before sending out an SOS to the group to meet at home.
“What’s going on?” Spencer asked as he hurried in, looking around in pure confusion.
“That’s not the only package,” I said as I moved past him and outside.
Cade asked the same, Spencer relaying what I said as I stalked to the SUV. There was nothing that was keeping me from my omega. I needed us all together to figure this out.
We had a baby on the way and this bitch had our address… whoever she was.
Drew and Grace were waiting, both looking nervous as hell as they met us at the door.
“Sorry, omega,” I said, sweeping her into my arms and holding her close. I buried my face in her neck, soaking in that green tea and mint scent that soothed my soul.
“What’s wrong?” she hedged, even more nervous at my clingy hug.
I sighed, hating that I was going to have to ruin everyone’s moods with this.
With no other choice, I ripped the Band-Aid off, relaying everything that Lincoln told me.
“So… you have a stalker, and she knows who I am and where we live,” Grace summarized, glancing out the window as if she’d suddenly appear.
“Yes, and I have no idea who it could be,” I admitted. “Do you guys?”
“No,” Cade said, shaking his head. “We’ve had a few omegas try and snag us over the years, but we were too busy for non-scent matches. We’ve only had brief hookups and none that we repeated.”
Grace huffed. “So, she’s delusional. That makes it so much worse.”
“We need the packs on this,” Spencer said. “You text the girls so their packs can be aware and keep an eye out, too. Anyone strange in town or sniffing around.”
“You go nowhere without us,” Drew added. “I’ll be here until we figure this out.”
“Why is she doing this? Clearly, you’ve moved on,” Grace said, her voice quiet and worried.
