Page 209 of Stolen Omega

Considering Zelena’s still officially kidnapped, we’re going to have to work some stuff out when everyone’s ready to face the world again. I head straight for my go-to news site.

“Oh, shit,” I mutter.

“What is— Oh …” Zane trails off.

I show him my screen, and he shows me his. They’re both covering the same story.

Telling the world that Zelena has been kidnapped by James Archer, an unstable Alpha who lied to get the job as her head of security, with the end goal of stealing her away to take her as his mate.

“This is pretty bad,” I tell him, as I keep reading.

“It’s bullshit,” Zane mutters.

Alma Ortega is quoted several times in the article, making statements about her daughter’s preference to avoid romantic entanglements while she focused on her career, and how she should have known by the way Archer looked at Zelena that he was besotted.

Zelena’s mother is throwing Archer under the bus because he didn’t find her daughter and bring her straight back. It’s fucked up, but predictable, considering she’s a villain. No regular person with a single shred of empathy would ever steal someone else’s child to raise as a replacement for their own kid, never mind use that kid to make them money legally or otherwise after a heavy dose of brainwashing.

“You think she might be worried the police will find out the real truth if Zelena’s missing for much longer?” Zane asks, giving me a wry smile.

“It’s possible. A secret that big is hard to bury forever. The cops don’t tend to find things they’re not looking for though. It’s hard enough for them to find someone they are looking for.”

“What if Zelena sent a letter to the cops that she wrote the day she was supposedly kidnapped?”

I blink at him. “What?”

“They should get it tomorrow. I hired a courier and passed it over in the morning before she was kidnapped. I made sure there was a delay in the cops getting it because I suspected Alma might do something like this. I kind of wanted her to shoot herself in the foot.”

It’s hard to tell if he’s kidding, but I really don’t think he is.

“What does the letter say, exactly?” I ask, putting my phone back into my pocket.

“Basically, that Zelena isn’t who the world thinks she is, that Zoey is her real name, and her parents had her brainwashed by Warren Corvina when she was nine years old. I also wrote that she wasn’t kidnapped this time, she ran away to claim her true mates, and when she comes back, she’s willing to take a blood test to prove she is who she says she is.”

“Holy fucking shit,” I mutter. “What if that’s not how Zoey wants to handle this?”

“There’s still time to cancel the courier if it’s not what she wants. I’ll tell her about it when she wakes up. What do you think?”

“I think it shows the Ortegas are lying. It clears Archer, it clears all of us. I think the only bad thing is it makes it sound like Zelena planned to break her contract.”

“Well, yeah, but that contract is in the wrong name. She’s not Zelena Ortega.”

“Remind me never to cross you,” I tell him, shaking my head. “I don’t want to end up nailed to a wall.”

He smirks at me. “Oh, I’m pretty sure I could nail you against a wall if that was how you wanted it.”

“Are you trying to make my dick break off?”

“Of course not. If it broke off, you’d have to get a new one, and I like this one.”

Fuck. Five minutes alone with him, and my dick is straining against the front of my jeans.

I’m pretty sure I’ve got no more cum left in my balls right now, but I’m not sure I care.

He uses the front of my jeans to pull me to him.

His gaze moves slowly from my eyes to my lips.

“How do you feel about taking my mark?”

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