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She looks... broken.

I can’t help but notice Harry staring at me. He’s aware that it’s wiser not to engage in an argument with me. For that reason, I’m surprised he stepped in when he was in the club.

Out of nowhere, he abruptly shifts his gaze towards her, swiftly unfastens his belt, and hastily makes his way to her, sliding into the next chair. He pulls her closer, enveloping her in a warm embrace, holding her securely. As I observe her, I notice that her back rises and falls, suggesting that she is sobbing.

My alpha is in turmoil, clawing relentlessly, yearning to break free and offer solace to her.

She’s mine.

I wish he would shut the fuck up.

There is no way I will accept it, as I am resolutely against it. Holly Carter is not my omega.

But in a moment of spontaneity, I absentmindedly release my belt and approach the spot where she’s sitting.

When Harry sees me, he relinquishes his hold, and I delicately lift her into my arms, positioning her against my chest. Her head finds solace against my neck and I tenderly purr.

For the first time in years, I resemble an alpha longing to provide comfort to his omega. “It’s okay, baby girl. Let me take care of you.”

“I can’t do this anymore,” she sobs. “I need to go home. It’s too hard. I need...”

“Shush,” I murmur, holding her close as I purr over her head. I’m not good at comforting. I’ve never done it with an omega. And I know this omega is in fight-or-flight mode—and I put her there. “I’m sorry I put you in an unpleasant position in that club. Because...” I exhale deeply.

“I’m an omega. I can’t cope with being overstimulated. You put me in a dangerous position.”

As I lean in closer to her, my nose twitches, picking up on the alluring fragrance of her hair that delicately permeates the surrounding air. “You’re safe now and I promise I’ll do nothing like that again.”

As she turns towards me, her face reflects a clear sense of exasperation. Her pale green eyes narrow, intensifying her glare directed at me. “I don’t think you can help yourself.”

A sigh escapes my lips while I shake my head in resignation.

As the overhead plane lights cast a gentle glow on her hair, she looks absolutely perfect.

With an air of anticipation, she waits for me to utter a word. Her lips, a captivating shade of pink, display a subtle pout. Why is it only now that I am noticing the delicate sprinkling of pale freckles that adorn her nose?

A sudden realization hits me. I’ve been staring at her for quite some time, prompting me to clear my throat in an effort to regain focus on the previous topic of our conversation.

“Luckily, you don’t have many days left,” she finishes for me.

“I’m going to make it up to you,” I say. It’s a promise, but I don’t tell her that. “Let me soothe you until we get home.”

“You don’t have to.” She pouts. “Keep being the way you are and it’ll be easier to walk away.”

Her words grip me like a vise, squeezing the air out of my lungs and leaving me breathless. “I’ll be better,” I mutter.

She lets out a gentle sigh and leans her cheek against my chest. And I embrace her like she belongs to me for the duration of the flight.

Chapter 15

Holly

Ialmostpackedmybags the moment we returned to New York from Atlanta. One minute I hate him, the next I want to try again, but being in his vicinity is getting harder with every hour I spend with him.

I love his scent, yet he seems to hate me.

I realize living with an alpha isn’t a wonderful idea—ten days or not.

Especially this alpha.

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