Page 195 of Stolen Omega

I don’t have anyone back home I can count on to get me out of here.

Dale was the only one I had. I built my world around him.

I was sick to death of pretending to be someone I wasn’t. I did that all through high school and all it got me was fake friends who walked away when I started showing the real version of myself.

I used to jump through all the hoops, I used to say and do whatever those people expected of me.

I won’t go back to that. I can’t.

Even if it’s the only way I get to be with Dale.

“Fuck,” I curse as I get back to the hangar.

I know what my life looks like without him.

It’s empty and meaningless. It’s unsustainable.

He needs an Alpha. He’s always needed an Alpha.

You just had to fall for the one guy who needs more than a Beta.

I pace around inside the hangar, trying to cool down in the shade.

I know who the shadow belongs to when the open door is suddenly blocked.

Sighing, I turn around to face the cause of every problem in the only relationship I ever gave a damn about in my life.

Zane looks like a stereotypical Alpha. Tall, muscular, and with the kind of good-looks most regular people would kill for. His skin is pale in an exotic way that makes his jet-black hair look even darker, and those vibrant eyes would make anyone’s stomach flutter with a single glance.

His presence takes up more space in the room than I’d like.

I ignore my physical reaction to him, telling myself it’s because he’s an Alpha.

“What do you want?” I spit out.

His lips twist into an approximation of a smile that fades quickly. “What do I want? More than anything, I want my mates to be happy, and it seems like that’s not going to happen if I let you walk away from us.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “Was that a threat?”

“Did you want it to be?” he asks. “Because if a fight would make you feel better about staying, you can throw the first punch.”

God, he’s infuriating.

“Don’t make it sound like I’m the asshole here.”

My hands curl into fists at my sides. I’m seriously tempted to take a swing at the guy, but I know it won’t make anything better.

He leans against the wall by the side of the door. “I know you’re not the asshole. That would be me.”

I shake my head at him. “How could you walk away like that? How could you let him struggle?”

He closes his eyes for a second before he answers, folding his arms in front of his chest.

“It’s not like that. I didn’t see it that way …”

“You can’t explain this away like nothing happened.”

“I’m not trying to do that,” he denies. “I know I fucked up, but by the time I figured that out, he had you in his life. He seemed happy. I didn’t think it was fair to ruin that.”

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