Page 90 of Stolen Omega

I move toward the door and open it without a sound.

The room isn’t as dark as it looked from the hallway.

There are windows, and light hits the spot where Dale is wrapped up in the arms of another guy.

He’s already done. He’s moved on.

Guilt rises inside me, chokingly thick, and brings with it a thick streak of envious desire.

I’ve been ignoring Dale’s needs, so he found someone else to take care of them.

A muscular Beta has his tongue in my Omega’s mouth.

Dale’s soft moan breaks me inside.

It’s so fucking needy.

He’s been desperate for this. He’s probably close to his first heat.

I’m the worst. I’m the fucking worst.

I move back and close the door.

It takes time to catch my breath.

It feels like it’s been stolen.

The pain in my chest is tight, and for a second, I wonder if I might be in serious trouble.

You’re beyond trouble, Zane.

You lost Dale when you refused to let Zoey go.

Now you have to make peace with that choice.

Let Dale have the life he wants. Don’t make this hard on him.

He deserves to be happy.

I manage to take in a breath.

It’s time for me to find that new life of my own.

I move toward the corridor to go back into the hall, intent on exiting the building through the kitchen entrance. I slow to a stop by the side of the catering tables when the haunting sound of a familiar, angelic voice comes through the sound system.

Every hair on my body stands on end as the song plays.

It’s not a ballad I’ve ever heard before, but I know that voice.

I’d know Zoey’s singing voice anywhere.

The warm, sunshine feeling pours back into me as I move over to the closest girl who’s standing by the table, singing along with the song tunelessly.

“Excuse me,” I ask, bringing her attention to me.

She blinks and straightens, feeling my Alpha status and becoming more aware of herself.

“Yes?” she asks, looking vaguely hopeful.

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