Worry bubbles inside me, clawing at my chest.
I’ve spent years not knowing if she was safe, who she was with, and worried whether she was okay.
When she moved back, I didn’t think I’d have to worry anymore. She spent all her time in the house.
Then she started going out with the dumbasses. They gave me bad vibes, rightly so. So I may have, kind of, installed a tracking app on her phone.
Before you judge me, I was doing it out of concern for her safety. She’s an unmated Omega in a big city.
It’s proving to be a good thing because I can just pop up the app, see where she is, and go get her.
When I open the app, it says she’s not online. Fuck! She must have turned off her phone. I thought she might have just set it on silent.
I head back inside to find my dad. “What’s wrong?” he asks when he sees the fury on my face.
My hand grips his arm as I pull him to the side. “Addie is gone,” I hiss, trying to keep my voice down.
“Okay?”
“Not with the pack she came here with. Nina said she saw her leaving with two guys.”
My dad's lips twitch. “Huh. Well, good on her. I know how much she hated the guys her mother was trying to set her up with.”
“Good on her?” I snarl. “Are you fucking kidding me? She left with strangers, Dad.”
“She’s a big girl, Damien. She’s twenty-five and has been living on her own for years now. She can take care of herself.”
“No, she fucking can’t,” I snap. “That’s why she moved back in with us.”
“You need to calm down. Why are you getting so upset? I get that you're concerned about your sister, but don’t start with the overprotective big brother stuff now. She’s too old for that.”
Trust me, the last thing I fucking feel right now is brotherly. Nothing I want to do with that woman is something a brother would do with their sister.
But I don’t tell him that.
“You’re not going to do anything about it?”
“No,” he says, pissing me off. “Leave it be, Damien. She’s free to do what she wants.”
“Fuck this.” I spin around and storm out of the building. I head toward the valet and get my car.
I probably shouldn’t be driving right now, not with the way I’m feeling. I’m vibrating with a plethora of emotions I can’t quite handle right now.
Maybe they took her home. She could have been drunk, and they’re taking her home. Or, maybe they just took her outside, ordered her an Uber, and she’s on the way home right now.
That's where I’ll check next. Before I lose my mind.
The drive home was quick because I was speeding the whole way. Thankfully, no cops pulled me over. I make the two-hour trip within an hour.
Throwing my car into park, I shut the engine off and head inside. “Addie!” I shout, jogging up the stairs. She’s not in her room.
I head back downstairs and find my stepmother at the bottom. “What’s wrong?”
“Did Addie come home yet?”
“No,” she says. “She’s at the gala, where you should be. Why?”
I must have beaten her home.
