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“You don’t?” There’s a hint of uncertainty in his voice. He hesitates for a moment before asking, “So you will not ask how she is?”

“No. Her life is with you and your pack. It took me a long time to get over losing her, but I have now. I get it. She was never mine to have.”

“You’ll understand for real one day, Aiden. Omegas and alphas are a beautiful pairing but only when they are scent matched. Otherwise, the omega will never truly love you unless she is in heat. And that’s not real.”

I want to tell him I already know, but the truth is, I need to confide in Holly, not him.

“How can I help you then?” he asks. There’s a noticeable shift in his tone, becoming more lighthearted.

“Can you tell me about one girl who works for your team? She worked for my team here in New York and suddenly left without a good reason.” I clear my throat, trying to rid myself of the scratchiness I feel. “And you never sought a reference for her.”

Because if they did, at least I could’ve found out earlier where she was.

“I’m going to assume this is personal, because the Aiden Ramsay I know would never involve himself or me unless he had something to gain.”

“It is, but I’d prefer it’s kept between us.”

“I can do that.” There’s a tapping on a keyboard in the background before he says, “Tell me her name.”

“Holly Carter,” I breathe out. The ache in my chest intensifies just speaking her name.

“Ahh, Holly... Holly Carter.” He pauses. I inhale deeply as I wait. “Her father talked me into giving her a job. He’s desperate for her to stay in LA.”

“You and her father are friends?”

“Not exactly, but we move in the same circles when I’m invited to Hollywood events. Her dad is Harry Carter, the producer of the long running television show Ally or Foe.”

“Oh,” I mutter. There’s a hint of surprise in my voice when I find out that she never really needed my money. And just as I’m about to run through everything that I discussed with Holly, he clears his throat.

“Holly went through a hard time when her twin sister died.”

“How hard?”

“She went off the rails. Dyed her blonde hair blue, then green, then pink. She changed a lot about herself. Her way of dealing with her grief. I think she was trying to hide from herself… I don’t know, maybe she was depressed, but I know she couldn’t handle being in LA and left for a couple of years.”

I sink into the plush leather office chair, resting my head against the headrest, and take a moment to spin it around. I shifted my gaze to the breathtaking view outside the window.

That’s why she looked teary as she looked at my twin nieces. She wasn’t happy to see them; she was dying inside.

“She went off the rails when she died.” Pierre continues, “And then she suddenly left Los Angeles, telling no one. Her parents were beside themselves for weeks, and when they found out she was living in New York, they organized for their friend’s son to get a job in New York.”

“And now?”

“They’re happy their daughter is home and want her to remain in LA. I know her father is trying to set her up on dates with alphas in the industry.”

I feel a forceful collision of my heart against the walls of my rib cage.

Pierre’s cough fills my ears, a sharp sound that breaks my fear. “She’s resisting him at the moment, and I was hoping to introduce her to my nephew when he gets back from France with his mother. And to be honest, that’s why we never asked for a reference. I think she’ll be a good omega for him.”

“When I said it was personal, Pierre. I meant it.” My voice rumbles menacingly through the phone. “Holly ismy omega.”

Chapter 32

Holly

AfterI’veescortedthewives and girlfriends of our team to their preferential seats in the arena, I make my return to the office to speak to my manager about what I’m expected to do at the after-game press conference.

I know from my time in New York that press conferences need plenty of organization. Staff have to pull together to ensure they run smoothly.

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