Then I hear the final notch lining up, and I have it.
The code!
“825,” I whisper. “825.”
I drop the stethoscope into the bag, before tapping the code into the safe.
Piper runs to join me. “You fucking genius.”
Let me have been right.
I spin the wheel, standing shoulder by shoulder with Piper, as the vault clicks open.
“I love that sound.” I exchange a delighted grin with Piper.
Piper pulls open the heavy door.
I stare inside at the piles of papers and the neat boxes of rings, Ryan’s and Dad’s, which are stacked on top of the other jewelry.
The diamonds.
“You did it.” Piper snatches the rings, dropping them into my bag. “The shares as well, right?”
I stumble against the vault, suddenly dizzy.
Slick gushes between my thighs. My eyes slide closed.
Gracie, Gracie, Gracie…
Someone is calling me.
But it’s too late.
My heat is here.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Room 234, Omega Hotel
“Alphas.” Fevered, I reach my hands out to Icarus and Lionzio.
Immediately, they both march to the side of the giant bed in the presidential suite still dressed in their matching suits and grasp my hands.
Their brows are creased with concern, as they study me.
They’re both shaking, Lionzio more than Icarus, but neither have fallen into rut.
I knew that Icarus had this level of self-control around Omegas in heat after his experience with the HOs. I am impressed, however, with Lionzio.
Naked, I writhe in the nest. Sweat streams between my breasts. My nipples are peaked.
I feel empty.
Fucking desperate for a knot.
The bedroom lies in shadows.
Moonlight breaks through the open drapes over the arched window, lighting the black and white chessboard tiles on the floor. It is snowing heavily now like an angel’s wings falling from heaven.
