Page 151 of Stolen Omega

They’re more sensitive than Betas. Their hearts get broken more easily.

And Dale’s heart was too broken to be fixed by anyone other than his Alpha.

I learned that the hard way. Over and over again.

He could never give up on the thought of Zane.

Could never let him go like he’d been let go.

So, I had to let go.

It’s not what I wanted, but it’s what Dale needed. He came back every time, and we tried again, and again, and again.

That last breakup felt final. It hurt the most. I knew I’d pushed too hard, and there was no taking it back. Dale didn’t call the next day. He didn’t text or show up at my door. He was gone, and I was the one who’d made that happen.

And now, here I am, on route to a private island that’s owned by the Alpha who abandoned him. It doesn’t come as a surprise to me that he’s the one who kidnapped Zelena Ortega. Dale spoke about his obsession with their missing friend. He told me Zane was sure the singer was Zoey.

Dale didn’t think she was. I mean, it would be crazy.

I don’t really care about that part.

I’m just happy I get to be there when Zane is hauled off the island, to be delivered to the police.

If he’s never going to step up and look after Dale properly, he might as well be rotting in a jail cell.

He certainly doesn’t deserve to be living on a private island with a woman he kidnapped.

I hope Zelena’s okay. Dale’s put Zane’s mental stability into question more than once.

Most Alphas don’t ignore true mates and kidnap celebrities.

I doubt he’s playing with a full deck.

Maybe his arrest will be what it takes for Dale to finally let him go.

I can only hope, and pray, and probably beg when the first two don’t work.

I might not have Dale’s heart, but he has mine and he always will.

The island Zane’s private plane touched down on was a two-hour flight from the mainland, which is the maximum I can manage without a refuel, but considering Zane flew out here I’m sure he has a way to refuel. Even if he doesn’t, I wouldn’t have thought twice about coming out here.

It’s time I met the Alpha who’s been haunting my soul mate for his entire life.

I need to look him in the eye and ask why he abandoned his Omega.

I have a feeling I won’t like the answer. Probably because there’s nothing that would make an acceptable excuse. If he’s just fucking crazy, it’s not his fault, I guess, but I’m probably still going to want to knock him out, before Zelena’s security guards James Archer and Russ Kent attempt to haul him back to the mainland so he can be locked up with all the other unstable Alphas where he can’t cause any more harm.

I should have known something like this could happen when Archer told me who his new client was, but that was during one of the good times, when Dale was warming my bed every night. I didn’t think about it. I didn’t want to consider the irony that I had a friend who could help Dale’s asshole Alpha get to the prize he’d been coveting forever.

Archer and I met in a bar, back when I was in trade school.

I was going through another break up with Dale and I had my Silver City Vipers football shirt on, the one he got me with my surname emblazoned across the back.

He sat down next to me at the bar, and we watched the game together.

That’s when I realized not all Alphas are assholes.

I was drunk enough to tell him about Dale, and he was sober enough not to try and give me any advice. He just listened. I’d had no damn idea how much I needed someone to do that.

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