Page 143 of Stolen Omega

“Where are we?” I ask as I force myself to tear my gaze away from the window.

“Private island,” Dale says, shrugging when I blink at him. “I didn’t know he had one of those. Believe me. That’s definitely an Alpha thing. I’d be telling everyone I knew if I had my own island.”

“Mi casa es su casa,” Zane murmurs, his gaze on Dale.

Dale’s skin flushes a little red around his cheeks and neck.

He’s not used to Zane looking at him like that.

That’s kind of weird, considering I’m the one who was taken away from them.

Unless …

“Were you taken, too?” I blurt, making them turn to me.

Understanding lights in Dale’s eyes first. He nods, and then shakes his head. “It’s kind of a long story, but Zane and I didn’t see each other much. A few years after you were kidnapped, we fell out of touch.”

A few years after? I guess Dale’s a little younger than us. Maybe being in separate schools led to them drifting apart. I can’t imagine it. They seem so perfectly complementary to each other.

With Dale’s light and sweet nature, and Zane’s protective broodiness, I can’t imagine why they’d let the bond they were meant to have fall apart. Unless …

They already felt like it had fallen apart when I was taken away from them.

Oh God. Did my sudden disappearance make that happen?

Is it my fault these two aren’t already mated?

It feels like it is, and that doesn’t help with the knots in my stomach.

I try to push the feeling away, not wanting Dale to feel it from me.

Another glance out of the window at the pretty view helps.

I’ve never been anywhere that wasn’t on the tour schedule.

Cities and towns with larger populations have been my only destinations for years.

This place feels very different. It has such a peaceful vibe.

Turning away from the view, I follow along as Zane leads us out of the empty room, into a hallway that has a varnished oak floor and white painted walls.

The door to the room across the hall is open, and it’s a fully furnished and luxurious looking bedroom.

One glimpse at the bed tells me it’s more than a standard king-sized frame.

It looks like something a full pack might use.

Dale moves toward the door, turning to us and smiling. “I’ll just be a few minutes. If you guys want to wait for me in the kitchen, you can. And if you need more than a sandwich, there are plenty of other things I can make.”

He steps into the room and closes the door behind him.

Zane heads straight for the stairs that lead down to what looks like a reception area.

I guess I won’t be getting a change of clothes until after we eat, then.

“Dale’s a good cook.” Zane seems ready to start an awkward conversation.

He doesn’t sound completely comfortable, and he feels a little nervous.

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