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“You need to leave or I will press the button and the resort will remove you.”

I laughed, took my mobile from my pocket.

“What are you doing? They won’t change their mind because you call them,” she hissed. “This is omega island and they have rules here.”

“Hi... yes, I’m here and I’m with Isla,” I said, staring at her frowning face. “I think she's realised. Speak to her and tell her I’m her alpha.”

Isla reared her head back. “Realised what? My alpha.” But her laughing caused her to slip and her hand raised from her garter as she tried to break her fall.

I grabbed her arm and pulled her to my body, and she landed with an oomph. “Your alpha,” I whispered into her ear.

Her heart beat wildly underneath my firm grip and I released her arm, moving it to her back and raising it until it rested on her nape. Slowly, I tilted her head to look at me and crashed my mouth on hers.

She moaned at that touch but she didn’t pull away, instead she melted into the kiss. As I did.

There were sparks as our mouths opened together, wanting more, tongues tangling, our scents mingling and my cock stirring as the fire in my belly turned to a roar.

I nipped her bottom lip, making her eyes fly open as I sucked on the puffy flesh. “Now tell me I’m not yours.”

“Arrogant son of a...” she hissed.

“Isla,” I heard. “Speak to me.”

I grinned as I pushed my mobile into her hand.

“Hello,” she whispered, her voice unsure. I held her in my grasp, not wanting to let her go. She wiggled her body for me to set her free, but this was one omega who had run before—a risk I wasn’t taking.

“Isla, it’s Harrison here. You were supposed to meet King, but you left before he got here. He is pack, Isla. Your third alpha.”

“Third alpha. You know the wedding was fake, right?” she said. “It was to get me out of a situation.”

“Isla.”

“Let me speak to her,” I recognised Finn's gruff voice.

“Calm it, Finn,” Harrison said.

“Isla, Finn here. Now be a good girl and get your ass back to Vegas with Kingsley before I come there and spank your ass.”

“I’d like to see you try,” she hissed.

I roared with laughter. “Oh, you don’t know what you’ve just done.”

Isla shrugged her shoulders. “He wouldn’t dare, unless I let him. I’m not your typical omega.”

I sucked my lips together to contain my laughter. She and Finn were going to have so much fun.

“Isla, listen to me,” Harrison said. “You scent matched me baby. I was the chocolate you scented, and you smell the same to me. I’m your alpha.”

“And Finn is your cookie smell. You were too angry to notice when he sat in front of you the first night you were in the hotel,” Harrison said. “Come home baby, we need you.”

“What's King's scent?” Finn asked, obviously taking the phone again.

She stared into my eyes. “I’m not allowed. It's a rule of the resort. It allows us to enjoy the fun, the reason omegas come here. Omegas don’t come to Omega Island to find a mate,” she said and coughed. “If you know what I mean.”

“You could have stayed in Vegas for the fun,” Finn replied. “But regardless of that, you’ve found your mates.”

“I live in London,” she whispered as her eyes met mine. “Why did I find my pack in the US?”

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