Page 152 of Stolen Omega

He saved my number in his phone under ‘Harris’ thanks to my shirt.

“It’s Cam, actually,” I remember telling him. “Cameron Harris.”

He smiled at that. “James Archer, but no one ever calls me James.”

I didn’t really expect to hear from him, but he called a few days later to ask how I was doing.

It felt good to have someone care. I know I’m just one of dozens of people he’s friends with, but I’d do anything for the guy, and I know he’d do anything for me.

I had no idea our fates would end up intertwining so closely.

When the island comes into sight, I look for the best spot to land. There’s space in the airfield that’s been built close to a big building that kind of looks like a hotel. I take us down to a spot that’s clear and flat on the asphalt below.

I get out quickly and help Archer’s Beta friend out of the backseat.

The guy doesn’t have much color usually, but this afternoon he actually looks like a ghost.

“Doing okay, Kent?” I ask as we walk away from the helicopter.

He stumbles to the right, and I hold his arm a bit tighter, not letting him fall over.

“My legs feel like they belong to someone else,” he mutters.

I try not to laugh. The poor guy can’t help his constitution. Most people aren’t willing to face their fears head-on like he has, either. He’s brave, even if he’s a pasty, shaking wreck.

“You’ll be fine, buddy. You’re doing good,” I tell him. “We’ll walk it off.”

Archer catches up to us and takes Kent’s other arm. “There’s a light aircraft in that hangar over there. No one’s around, but that must be how he got here.”

“Yeah. I’m guessing we’ll find them in the building over there,” I tell him, nodding straight ahead.

The side we can see has been painted a vivid shade of blue. It’s impossible to miss.

Archer nods and looks at Kent. “Maybe you should wait out here.”

Kent yanks his arm out of Archer’s grasp. “I’m fine. Just give me a second.”

I let him go, too, and he takes a few deep breaths while Archer and I move away from him.

I should probably tell him I know who the kidnapper is, especially if I intend to speak to him.

“Look, there’s something you should know about this guy,” I start.

“Which guy?” Archer asks. “I thought you didn’t know who owned the land next to yours?”

“I didn’t, and I don’t really know him,” I admit.

He raises an eyebrow. “So, what? He’s someone you’ve heard of?”

“He’s the Alpha who abandoned Dale.”

Understanding lights up his eyes. “He is?”

“It’s a weird coincidence, right? Except, I should have realized it could be him. Because the other Omega he was always chasing, that girl who went missing like fifteen years ago, that’s who he thinks Zelena is.”

Archer blinks at me. “He thinks Zelena’s someone else?”

I nod. “Dale was worried he might be unstable. It kind of looks like he was right about that.”

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