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I start to let my thoughts drift as I mix the ingredients for the dough.

There’s something about working with dough that relaxes my mind.

On a normal day, I can zone out for an hour and end up with a dozen batches ready to be put into the oven. Too bad today isn’t a typical day.

I prep the counter to make one soft, fluffy loaf of bread, and then I get started working the dough. My mind clears, but I’m still completely aware of where I am.

I feel less conflicted about it by the time I’m letting the dough rise.

I can’t help wondering how long it’ll be before I’m back in bed with my ex.

It’s inevitable. As soon as I sent him those messages, I knew what I was really doing.

We can’t see each other without getting tangled back up in our feelings.

It doesn’t matter how much it hurts after.

It always feels good when it starts.

I’m still thinking about that when I put the bread in the oven.

Maybe this time it’ll be different.

Nothing has changed, Dale. You still want Zane, even if he’s completely lost his mind.

It doesn’t matter how much you try to move on, he’ll always feel like your Alpha.

Sometimes I wish Omegas didn’t need Alphas, and sometimes I wish I’d never met mine.

But most of the time I just wish Zane would come back to me.

That’s never going to happen if I take ‘Zoey’ away from him.

He just got her back. He’ll never forgive me.

What the fuck am I going to do?

Chapter Forty-Four

Zane

Out of necessity, the design of the hotel is a little unconventional. I started having it built three years ago, planning out how I could keep my Omegas from crossing paths until they were ready. The corridors that link both wings of the building have been closed off with pairs of locked doors.

There’s only one real problem with this arrangement.

I can’t be close to both of them at once.

Walking away from Zoey’s wing is torture, but I can’t wait another second to speak to Dale.

He’s been awake for just over an hour now. The monitors showed me when he left the poolside.

He wandered around for a while before he found his phone.

Then he stood by the reception desk while he checked it.

There’s no cell phone reception out here. That was part of the island’s appeal when I bought it.

It’s cut off from the outside world, isolated and private.

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