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I don’t think he really hears anything I say.
I crawl into my makeshift nest and pull a pillow over my face. I cry until he finally leaves and then a while after just for good measure.
I was going strong until he came over. It makes me hate him even more. It’s clear I’m not completely over him.
It’s crazy how another person can feel like a festering wound.
Chapter Two
Oliver
My eyes dance around the penthouse apartment. It’s weird considering it’s the entire top floor of this side of the building.
It’s nice.
I mean, it’s cold in that high-class way. It’s filled with stainless steel appliances and sleek lines.
I prefer our house in Virginia. It’s huge, bigger than this place if I had to guess just by looks and feeling alone. But whatever. We only have to be here for a month.
I don’tlovechange, but this was an opportunity we couldn’t pass up.
Nikolas Vincent tosses himself down on the couch across from me as I continue to take everything in. It’s hard to imagine growing up in a place like this. My packmate gives me a look that says he’s studying me just like I’m studying our new home.
I can’t believe Nik lived here as a kid.
It does make sense why he was so adamant about wanting a big yard and tons of space.
I’m the youngest of our pack, but I’m also at the highest risk of going feral, which is why I’m not complaining that we had to come to New England at the tail end of winter.
Virginia gets cold, but it’s not like this.
Nik’s moms owned this location of The Omega Exchange before they decided to retire. Nik was still playing football back then, so his brother took over. However, Nathan’s pack found their omega, and they wanted to honeymoon around the world prior to their baby being born. Since Nik still owns half of the hotel and The Exchange, we were nominated to take over while Nathan’s pack enjoys a proper vacation.
Our pack has been in The Exchange’s database for a while and never had an outright match.
Sometimes I wonder if it’s because the scent cards degrade when they have to be shipped all over the country.
Or maybe no one wants us.That’s a terrifying possibility considering my future sanity hinges on us finding an omega during this month-long takeover.
Nik swipes his long black hair away from his light blue-green eyes and sighs heavily. He’s grown in some stubble for his ridiculous incognito mission, but I don’t have a lot of hope that will successfully hide his identity.
In all honesty, I don’t see a point to it anyway.
Most people recognize him from his time playing pro football. Finding an omega who doesn’t jump up and down for the chance of building a pack with him is going to be tough.
The black tattoos that line his arms, chest, and neck don’t really scream businessmaneither.
Who knows, maybe I’m overthinking this, but I don’t think so, considering it’smycognitive functioning that’s declining every year.
It seems to me there are more important things to focus on.
Then again, no one recognizes me, even when I give them my name, it takes a very specific person to pick up on my star power. If you can even really be considered famous for tech, which I am. But I couldn’t care less at this point.
Let someone recognize me, or let them have no clue.
I don’t give a shit.
As long as they like me for me, then what does it matter?
