Page 136 of Stolen Omega

“We are,” he says, glancing back.

I look past him, and I know the topless, muscular Alpha is Zane.

God, he looks good. They both do.

Zane always talked about the three of us being fated for each other, but as a kid I had no idea what that really meant. I just knew we’d be close. I had no damn idea what it meant that we were true mates.

Looking at them now, and knowing they’re mine, I start to perfume.

Oh, no! I already have true mates.

This is a mess. I’m not who I thought I was, and I don’t know what that means for my relationships.

I stare wide-eyed at Zane.

“Did you do this? Did you bring me here, to make me remember?”

He nods slowly, taking a step closer to the bed, making me nervous.

I want him, and I don’t. He’s incredibly attractive, but I don’t know him.

I mean, I knew him once. I knew them both once. But that was a really long time ago.

So long ago that it might as well have been in another lifetime.

“I didn’t know this place was part of the plan,” Dale adds, giving me a wry smile. “Zane knew a bit more than I did. We’ve been trying for so long to get the chance to speak to you. It almost doesn’t feel real now that we’re all here together.”

“I guess my security was kind of hard to get past.”

“Almost impossible,” Zane admits, the sultry sound of his voice making my perfume thicken.

I should probably tell them I’m already halfway to being claimed by two men who aren’t them, but I really don’t know how they’ll take that kind of news.

Zane has an intensity to him that makes me feel a little flustered.

It scared me when he chased me and caught me, dragging me off my feet.

It should scare me that he did that, too, but being with him now, knowing what I know, it doesn’t.

He was trying to get me to remember. He wasn’t trying to hurt me.

“We kind of had an inside man,” Dale tells me.

I raise an eyebrow at him, and Zane lets out a sigh.

“The guy who lived across the street from you. The one who let Zane steal his flowers when Mrs. Parson stopped bothering to replant hers.”

“The old guy?” I raise an eyebrow at Dale.

“That old guy worked for your security team.”

“What?” I ask. “There was no old guy on the team.”

They look at each other, then Dale’s mouth forms a big O.

“You never met Castle?” he asks.

“Castle’s an old guy?” I ask him.

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