Page 68 of Stolen Omega

“I got shivers because you were so fucking excited about it! That’s when I knew you were never going to let Zoey go. Did it ever occur to you, even once, that you might be seeing Zoey in Zelena because you’re so desperate to find her?”

He’s silent as he makes a right turn down a dirt path that leads to a set of big, metal gates.

Slowing almost to a stop, he rolls down the window and idles the van next to a control pad at the side of road. He reaches out with one hand, types something into the pad, and the gates start to open, moving inward smoothly.

“Where the fuck are we?” I ask, realizing I’ve been worried about Zelena’s safety this whole time when maybe I should have been at least a little concerned for my own.

“Private land I own,” he answers.

“Private land you own in the woods in Silver Grove? Do you know how batshit that sounds?”

“It was cheap, okay? The road’s kind of shady, if you hadn’t noticed.”

“I definitely noticed.”

I watch the gates close in the rearview as he drives the van toward a big, white barn. This private land probably used to be some kind of farmland. It’s hard to see much in the dark, but it doesn’t look like there are any other buildings around.

“Tell me you don’t live out here.”

“I don’t.”

I’m not sure I believe him, but it’s not the time to worry about it.

He parks to the side of the barn, and I consider how far I’d get if I decided to run.

This place is probably sealed off pretty tightly from the surrounding area. I doubt Zane would have bothered installing that road access point if it wasn’t.

Running won’t get me anywhere. It certainly hasn’t gotten me anywhere so far.

He still has the uncanny ability to make me do whatever he wants.

I’m done running from him. It hasn’t helped me, and it won’t help Zane snap out of this shit. It certainly won’t don’t anything to help the woman we’ve kidnapped.

He turns to me. “She’s Zoey.”

Clearly, I’m going to have to try a different tact.

“Even if she is Zoey, we were kids, Dane. I was seven years old! I barely remember anything from that far back. Most people don’t—”

“No one forgets their true mates,” he growls.

I’m already in pain, and there he goes, twisting the knife. My anger rises and falls quickly.

He’s not okay. He thinks he is, but he can’t even tell he’s hurting me by dismissing me as his true mate. No healthy, stable Alpha would willingly hurt an Omega like this, especially not an Omega they’re supposed to be bonded to.

I wonder if he even realizes what he’s saying to me.

“Zane, I think we need to get you to a doctor.”

He rubs his head, and I touch his shoulder.

“Will you let me help you?” I ask, ready to plead with him.

Maybe, someday will become a real prospect if he can just admit that he needs help.

“Dale,” he murmurs, turning to look at me, his expression full of regret.

Please, please, let him take this help from me.

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