Me
We’ll be there.
I don’t look at Kev when I let him know what’s happening. “We have thirty minutes… pick up the speed.”
“Abel… I don’t?—”
I cut him off before he can say it again. “I know. I know. We have a plan, now let’s go.”
There’s no way I’m not meeting this omega. I feel whatever it is pulling me to him, whispering that he is mine. And that’s whatI’ve been told my whole life—as an Alpha—I would know when it was right.
They would always say, “You’ll feel it.”
And I do.
I feel August calling out to me.
Unknown
He’s at the location that was emailed to you.
That’s if another Alpha doesn’t get to him first.
CHAPTER
TWO
KEV
We’re in my Aston Martin DBX, and Abel is driving at breakneck speeds trying to get to this omega. I do not have a good feeling about any of this—we don’t even know his last name for fuck’s sake. And the older I get, the more I come to terms that I need to listen to my gut.
I’m sure the people running this fucked-up website keep everything as vague as possible, so we can’t find anything out about the omega and swoop in without them getting paid, and that makes my stomach churn.
But my body is moving on its own. There’s something about this omega. I don’t know if it’s his emerald-green eyes that were practically begging me through the screen to come see him, or if it’s his tight little body. It could very well have nothing to do with his looks. The instant pull I felt to him has to be something more, but again, I’m trying to keep my hopes in hell with how bad the past meetings with other omegas have gone.
Abel follows the final direction given over the speakers, and we’re pulling up to what looks like old office buildings.
But there’s no one here…
There’s no car or a person in sight. My eyes fly to Abel, and the way he’s looking at me with panic already lacing his features does not ease my feelings at all.
The British voice announces right on cue, “You have arrived at your destination.” And I think I’m going to throw up.
“Abel, this doesn’t feel—” Before I can finish my sentence, his head turns toward the front door of the building, and he’s throwing the car in park. Before I can even see what he’s spotted, he’s out the door. I don’t have to see anything because the sweetest caramel and sandalwood scent hits me straight in the chest, taking my breath away.
My body moves on autopilot, running after Abel up the short sidewalk to the dusty-pink-haired omega on the ground, curled up in a ball, whining. Abel is down on his knees already petting August’s head and whispering to him that it’s all going to be okay. The purring in my chest is almost a growl at the possibility that my omega has been hurt and is in pain.
My omega.
Even in his heat haze, August moves to curl up in Abel’s lap. The purr that starts in Abel’s chest matches mine and has the effect that it needs to on the omega. August’s scent thickens to the point I would be choking if we weren’t outside. The warm, sticky caramel wraps around me, and then I feel it. Deep in me, I know it’s August.
He’s my fated mate.
Abel looks up at me with blown-out pupils, and I set the plan in place. In a pained voice, Abel grits out, “He’s in heat… and smells fucking delicious.” Down the bond, I can’t tell if Abel is just playing back my thoughts that August is my fated mate or if August was made for himtoo.
Abel’s hands roam August’s whole body, and he preens under his touch, nuzzling his face into the crook of Abel’s neck. The omega whines as he wraps his hands around his neck.
Abel’s petting is causing him to whimper in what could just be the pain of his heat, and my body wants to help, but we can’t fuck this poor omega out in the open like this. And fuck knows where the random men are who dropped him here are.
