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She lets out a choked sob. “No! No. Why are you doing this?”

Kicking her heels into my shins, she digs her nails into the skin on my forearm and wriggles madly in my grasp, as if she’s trying to force me to drop her to the ground.

I put the syringe to her throat, and she looks up at me.

For a split-second, I think I see recognition in her eyes.

Then, I realize she isn’t seeing me, she’s seeing the mask.

She’s remembering her kidnappers from before.

I sedate her, and she lets out another choked sob.

“Why …” she murmurs, as her grasp slackens on my arm. “Why are you … are you doing this … Again?”

She passes out, going limp in my arms. I drop the empty syringe and then rip the mask off my face, tossing it to the ground. I have scratches on my arm, and I probably have bruises forming on my shins, but I did it. The plan is working. I helped Zoey to remember.

“You’ll understand why I had to do this when you’ve got all your memories back,” I promise as I lift her up and carry her to the barn.

It’s time to get the hell out of Silver Grove.

The next part of my plan is ready and waiting.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Dale

Six Years Ago

I never expected to end up hanging out with the cool kids. I’ve never had anything in common with any of them, but I guess there are advantages to being an empath. I can tell how people are feeling, and that makes it easy to sympathize with them. Finding an in was simple.

There’s only one problem. Now that I’m one of them, I barely recognize myself anymore.

It’s been a couple years since I first started talking to Cherise Harmon.

She adopted me as her Omega BFF immediately and gave me a makeover that included lightening the tips of my already golden blond hair and buying me a bundle of shirts to make my bargain basement wardrobe more acceptable.

It feels nice to be taken care of, and she’s not the worst bitch in our year.

That would be Marianne Peterson, the bronzed brunette queen bee.

Her quarterback boyfriend seems to think about nothing but sex twenty-four-seven, and she has no idea he’s been coming onto me behind her frosty back for weeks now.

Some Betas think of themselves as Alphas, and Cameron Harris acts like one of those guys.

It only shows how desperate I’ve become to feel something that I’ve started to seriously consider his offers. It would be dumb to take a relaxant and let him try to make my perfume come out.

That’s exactly the kind of thing that could make my heat come on before it’s supposed to, and I hate the thought of that about as much as that guy is turned on by the idea.

He thinks he can take proper care of me.

He can’t even keep a smile on his ice-queen Beta girlfriend’s lips.

There’s no way in hell that guy could look after an Omega. Like every other Beta who thinks he could be an Alpha, clearly, he thinks he would be Alpha enough to make me perfume.

He’s not. I know that without having to try.

He has no idea I already have an actual Alpha.

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