Page 158 of Stolen Omega

I use my Alpha command voice, compelling him to obey me. “Move away from Zelena.”

He comes toward me slowly after a moment of resistance.

His eyebrows rise as he gets closer. “Wow. I guess we know who the leader is, then.”

I put the gun away and push him up against the wall, face first, zip-tying his hands behind his back.

“Well, that was unexpected,” he mutters.

Zelena’s staring at me when I look back at her, holding the guy against the wall.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

I’m still within her contract’s rules for dealing with her right now, but only because she hasn’t moved since I got into the room, and I have her kidnapper to keep secured.

She nods, and then shakes her head. “I … Um … I’m okay. He didn’t hurt me, but it’s … Like he said, it’s not what you think. It’s really complicated. How did you find me?”

Russ rushes into the room and goes straight toward her, capturing her in a hug. “Zey!”

“Russ!” She clings to him with her eyes closed and a happy smile on her lips.

I feel like the intruder in the room now. They embrace for a long moment, while I turn our kidnapper around, ready to get the hell out of here. I hope Zelena’s a good flier, because she’ll need to be up front with Harris. There’s no way in hell I’m letting her sit in the back with this idiot.

“Interesting,” the kidnapper mutters, raising an eyebrow at me.

I ignore him, ready to get this day over with without being goaded into doing anything else that might break a law, or a contract. He’s been caught, and we’ve found our girl.

All will be right with the world again soon enough.

When Russ and Zelena break apart, they remain holding hands.

The kidnapper looks right at her. “Do you want to tell them, or should I?”

She lets out a breath and gives Russ a wry smile. “I should probably tell them.”

“Tell us what?” I ask, drawing her gaze to me.

Chapter Fifty-Six

Zoey

Talk about intense. I perfumed for Zane, and we’d started to get close right before Archer came rushing into the room. Having our moment broken would have felt unwelcome if it had been interrupted by a random stranger.

Any shred of uncertainty over Archer being my mate is torn into miniscule pieces when my incoming heat surges with renewed intensity.

He belongs to me. They both do.

I can barely believe how good it feels to be in the same room with them. I guess this is why I was never allowed to be around Alphas. My body’s thrumming with energy, the same way it feels when I’m about to perform on stage.

I thought nothing could top that feeling.

Turns out there’s at least one thing that can.

I suspect I’ll be in as much need of a shower afterwards, but the come down might not be a factor, if these men are as perfect for me as I hope they are.

There’s just one thing I need to know.

How cool are they with sharing?

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