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“What’s wrong? Did I move too fast?” Beckett gently touched my arm as I pushed past him.

How did I even begin to tell him I wasn’t Kara?

So, I did the only thing I could.

I ran.

CHAPTERSEVEN

Kane

Groaning, I rolled over and touched my cell phone to see what time it was. It was nearly three in the morning, and the anxiety coming through the pack bond from Beck was nauseating.

Most days, our emotions didn’t seep into the bond, but they had several times in the past few days. We could usually control and block things from getting through, but when it came to this whole omega situation, emotions were strong.

I got up and shuffled to my door, my feet practically dragging from the half-asleep daze I was still in. It was doubtful the onslaught of emotion woke up Rio and Rylan, who both slept like fucking logs.

Why did Beck’s room have to be so far?

I grumbled as I went down the hall in the wing my room was in with Rio’s and Rylan’s and walked across a small sitting area none of us used at the top of the stairs. Beck’s room was the primary suite, and he had the largest bed since sometimes we all slept together as a pack. We hadn’t in a while, but maybe we needed to if Beck was starting in a downward spiral.

The door to his room was open, and I peered inside, finding the bed a mess but no Beck. I moved back down the hallway and stood at the top of the stairs, straining to hear if he was downstairs.

With a sigh, I slogged down the steps. I was glad we had the day off to recover from our game before we kicked it into high gear for the playoffs and hopefully the championship. We’d made it into the playoffs the year before, but were knocked out of contention when Rylan dove to stop a thirty-pound ball from the opposing team from going into the hole and broke his arm.

I could still hear the bone snapping.

There was a light on in the kitchen, but with a quick glance in that direction, I found it empty. The couch was abandoned too. “Beck?”

“Come on, Kara. Open the door.” I barely picked up on his voice and turned toward the hallway where we had an office and a gamer room.

Beck was sitting on the floor next to the gamer room door, his head back against the wall. What had the asshole done now?

“What are you doing?” I stood in front of him, my hands on my hips.

“I don’t know.” He peered up at me and scrubbed his hands over his face. “We were making out in the kitchen, and I told her if she wanted me to stop, she needed to tell me, and then she ran off. She locked herself in here.”

“Did you try the door through the bathroom?” There was a bathroom connecting the office we used for meetings and the gamer room where we had computers and gaming systems. “There’s the key thing that will unlock the door.”

I reached for the small, metal key that unlocked all the interior doors that sat on top of the doorframe. Kind of pointless to have locks that could so easily be unlocked if you asked me.

“Of course I checked the bathroom door. It’s locked.” He pushed up off the floor and snatched the key away from me, putting it back. “We aren’t going to just barge in there.”

I put my ear against the door and heard a muffled whimper. “What the fuck did you do to her, man?”

“Nothing! We were both into it. At least, I thought she was.” He looked dejected as fuck, which was surprising considering his feelings on welcoming an omega in the first place.

I put my hand on his arm. “I heard that the omegas that end up at academies are all virgins and inexperienced unless they were sexually active before emerging. Think about it, dude... since they were sixteen, they’ve lived away from everyone else in their little bubbles.”

One of the things I hated most about our society was how omegas were treated like fragile little porcelain dolls that had to be locked away so the big bad alphas didn’t destroy their innocence. It should have been the opposite. Alphas should be the ones to take scent blockers and rut suppressants to curb the need to take an omega and bond with them.

“I was in the moment and just... fuck!” He put his forehead against the door and banged it a few times with a growl. “Please, Kara. Open the door so we can talk.”

“Why don’t you go get some sleep? She’s clearly not going to come out of there right now.” I grabbed his shoulder and he let me lead him down the hall to the living room.

“My room is filled with her perfume. Those suppressants don’t work for shit,” he grumbled and shrugged off my hand. “I need to clean up the glass on the kitchen floor.”

I followed him and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Maybe that’s what scared her into hiding.”

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