Page 98 of Broken Omega

Everyone picks up their glasses. I notice a champagne flute at my setting, so I do the same.

It’s not really my drink, but since there’s not a bottle of vodka on the table, I guess it’ll do.

Brooke doesn’t look at me as I clink my glass against hers.

She takes a long gulp before she sets it back down.

When her deep, dark blue eyes finally meet mine across the table, her irritable expression is lost to shock. Her red lips part, and she stares back at me as if she can’t believe what she’s seeing.

Wait-staff start to put plates of appetizers down in front of us.

She looks down, shaking her head.

I hold my breath, waiting for her to say something.

Words have abandoned me.

My mate is stunningly gorgeous, and she must know that.

I can’t imagine what she must be thinking about me.

All I know is, she remembers.

She looks up and shakes her head again.

Takes another hefty gulp from her glass.

A waiter refills it for her, and then she finally seems ready to talk.

“You’re real,” she says, laughing. “I can’t believe it.”

“Real?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at her.

“This is going to sound crazy.”

“I’m good with crazy.”

I’m good with whatever she wants, but I’ll keep that to myself, for now.

Lana told me I should hold back a little. I don’t want Brooke to think I’m too thirsty.

“Well, then, Kellan, I guess we can talk,” she says, after checking my name card.

BROOKE

Damn. Why did boy-next-door have to turn out to be real? I can’t believe it, but I’m looking at the literal man of my dreams. Cute, sweet, kind of quiet. I’d know those dark brown eyes anywhere, and that hesitant smile. There’s no way he should be an Alpha, but I can tell he is. It’s instinctive. I can feel how protective he is, how determined.

He’s exactly the kind of Alpha I could fall for, and he walks in right when I’m about to escape this hellhole. I shouldn’t be entertaining this, but how can I not?

It’s like Edith picked this guy out of my brain.

“Okay, you want to talk crazy? I’ve had dreams about you,” I admit. “Back when I was in high school, I had this recurring dream that just came out of nowhere. It was so strange, like I was crushing on this guy I’d completely made up in my head, and it’s you.”

He gives me another hesitant smile. “You don’t remember meeting me?”

My stomach flutters at the smile, but then his words sink in, and I don’t understand.

I blink at him. “We’ve met?”

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