There’s still snow on the ground, and I’m pretty sure we’re going to have fresh powder soon. Fuck.
We checked the video cameras in the house, and he was in a hurry trying to get ready. Luckily, he forgot about the alarm system so it was able to alert us.
Now, we have an omega to chase. The longer we go without eyes on him, the higher the anxiety and nervous energy I feel. Skylar will be worse, which means a bad little omega shall be spanked.
The foot traffic is light in the halls as we walk toward the gym. I doubt Koen is here, but we’re hoping to get a lead on where he could have gone. Popping my head into the gym, I frown as I raise my hand up to those here.
“What’s wrong?” Olsson asks as he continues to do weighted chin ups. The words come out in explosive grunts, and he’s pouring sweat. He’s obviously been here for a while.
It makes me feel guilty that I’m not currently training next to him.
“Just looking for Koen,” I shrug. “He’s not answering his phone.”
“Hold up,” he says, glancing at Richards for help.
Richards rolls his eyes and gets up, unwrapping the strap holding the weight between Olsson’s legs.
“You’re free. Run and gossip, little bird,” he says sarcastically.
“Get fucked and thank you,” Olsson says sweetly, dropping to his feet. “I need to check something. Let’s take this outside, Franz.”
Curious, I watch as he grabs a bottle of water and shoots a stream of it into his mouth. It reminds me of when I spit inKoen’s mouth, and it just makes me miss him more. Sighing, I step outside to wait for him, because now every little thing is pissing me off and it’s getting out of hand.
“Did you guys fight?” Olsson asks, now in front of me. His tank top is plastered to his skin, and his joggers are hanging low as he raises his brow at me.
I’m not sure where Skylar is now, but I’d bet anything he’s talking to Coach Weightman about why we’re not staying. Sky likes to check off the boxes of the ‘to do’ list in his head while I find my own way of dealing with things. Both things are a perfectly normal way of processing unadulterated trauma.
I only seem to be a functioning alpha at this time. Instead, I’m spiraling out of control wondering if we’re just too much for Koen. What the fuck caused him to bolt?
“Okay, look,” Olsson says. “Did you guys have a fight or something?”
“Nope,” I say honestly, shaking my head. “I didn’t even get to talk to him this morning. He was just rolling down the driveway with barely a ‘fuck you very much’.”
“He doesn’t miss training, and he’s always the first one here on our lighter days. Let me check something,” he mutters, pulling out his phone.
It appears as if he’s counting something in his calendar before he winces.
“At the price of getting my teeth knocked out, I’m going to tell you that I track his heats,” he says.
My jaw drops because that’s a very odd thing to track, but Olsson raises his hands, though they’re full.
“Koen is very close lipped, and the only omega currently on the team,” he says. “He hasn’t said a word about how he feels regarding his ruined apartment, and he compartmentalizes everything. I mean fuck, he asked me tentatively about the bar, and I mentioned there was an odd fan chatting us all up. He gota look on his face before walking away. Have you talked to him about that?”
“No. Talking isn’t something he likes to do,” I admit. Fuck. “He doesn’t know we took him home that night.”
“Well, something could have spooked him today, or he could be preparing for his heat. I hate that someone I consider my best friend disappears once every three months without any warning,” Olsson explains. “He shrugs off his heats, says it’s private and a blip on his schedule, yet we know that’s not true. Anyway, he’s about a week overdue. I’d start hitting up the hotels since he’s not with you. Are you his scent matches?”
Damn. Way to sandwich in that question. My head hurts.
“Yeah,” I grunt finally. “As far as I know, he hasn’t realized that yet due to the fucking cream he uses.”
“I keep telling him he’s going to fry his nasal passages. He started using something stronger recently. I noticed it’s a different tube,” he mutters. “He’s stubborn as fuck, but tying someone to the bed is wrong.”
“Ah, how do you know about that?” I ask before I can pull back the rules.
“I had a feeling,” Olsson says, shaking his head. “You give off that vibe is all.”
Frowning, I incline my head toward Skylar’s voice as he calls my name.
