Page 112 of Stolen Omega

I can’t deny that there’s something about Zelena. She’s an Omega, like me, and that’s something I haven’t felt since Zoey left our lives. It’s strange how much she reminds me of that little girl, but I don’t think it’s because they’re the same person.

That doesn’t seem possible.

Kids who get taken in the middle of the night don’t just disappear for a decade and a half and end up with their dream career in their twenties. That’s not how the world works.

I wish Zane would wake up and realize that.

Whatever he thinks is going to happen when he actually speaks to her is not what’s actually going to happen. She’s not going to recognize him as her true mate and forgive him for his sins. She’s going to be scared, and angry, and she’s going to tell him he’s crazy.

I have no idea how he’ll take that kind of reaction, but I doubt it’ll be enough to wake him up to reality. Alphas don’t typically like to admit it when they’re wrong, and he’s as stubborn as any Alpha I’ve ever met.

Working my way through the first floor of the hotel, I familiarize myself with the layout and check every room for any signs of life. It doesn’t take too long to confirm Zelena isn’t inside the building.

If Zane’s lurking, he hasn’t shown his face, either.

He must be with her.

Why wouldn’t he be?

She’s been his obsession this whole time.

I’m just the afterthought.

Sighing, I head toward the exit to the pool, when I notice a cell phone is sitting on the reception desk, plugged into a charger.

How the hell did I miss that when I walked by before?

I move over there, picking it up and seeing it’s mine.

I grab it and discover the battery’s full, but it doesn’t look like there’s a signal.

Damn. It looks like there’s a Wi-Fi connection, but I don’t know the password.

I mean, if Zoey was an eight-letter word that would be worth trying, but it’s not, so I’m fucked.

It’s probably just as well. The only person I could call to come to my rescue is someone I shouldn’t be calling at all. For any reason.

I’ve messed Cameron around way too much.

Our last breakup was fucking torture.

He told me not to come back unless I wanted his mark.

I knew it had been building to that. He’s wanted more from me since we started.

Sometimes, I wanted more, too, but I just couldn’t fucking do it.

I couldn’t promise I’d never contact Zane again.

As much as it hurts, I could never make myself give up on him.

Cameron knew that when he asked me to marry him.

He knew I could never say yes, even if I should.

He tested our relationship, and it failed.

No. I failed it.

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