“She’s my omega,” I growl, fingers clutching the desk. I close my eyes, take a breath. This isn’t the right approach. “I just want to speak to her.”
He swallows, but then sits up straighter, squaring his shoulders. It’s only now I realise he’s also an alpha.
“And you wouldn’t be the first alpha who comes in here saying shit like that after a black and blue omega comes in—”
“She’shurt?” My heart pounds. “How badly? Why didn’t you call an ambulance?” Every piece of me aches, my chest stings.
I grab my phone, dialling 999—the man’s hand reaches out, stopping me.
“No. No, she’s not hurt. She looked fine, just a little... scared. Maybe paranoid.”
“Paranoid?” I frown, placing my phone back down.
His eyes dart over me, up and down, before settling on my face with a sigh. “Listen, I can call the room. I can pass on a message. But that’s it. When I said she was hurt… you looked like you were in hell...” He pauses. “What do you want me to say?”
“Just...” My gaze falls to the counter. “Tell her it’s Kaiden, that I’m here if she needs me, and that... she doesn’t have to do everything alone.”
He nods, then looks over the lobby. “If you want, you can wait here. It’s pretty empty tonight.”
I watch him make the call from my seat on the small, cracked leather sofa.
He says she didn’t answer, but that he left a message on the answering machine. I thank him, then pull out my laptop because I need to do something other than sit here.
I update my pack first. Val threatens to join me and force our way in. Thankfully, the others can hold him back without me.
Hours go by. I’m questioning everything.
Did we get the right room?
The right hotel?
Is she even here?
If not, she’ll be miles away by now.
Maybe Sylvan should check again, maybe he was following the wrong person, maybe—
The hotel phone rings. For the first time since I’ve been here.
I’m already standing, watching the alpha behind the counter, but the call is short. By the time I make it to him, it’s already over.
It must have been someone else—
There’s a buzz to my left, and a door opens.
“She said you can go up—” He barely gets through the words, and I’m already gone.
I race up three flights of stairs, find her door, and... wait.
Take a breath.
Breathe.
My alpha is fucking rabid, urging me to break the door down…Breathe, you fucking idiot.
“Revea,” I murmur, forehead against the thin wood. “You don’t have to let me in. But whatever’s wrong, whatever’s happening, I’m here.” I wait, but there’s no sound. “It’s just me, and I’ll do whatever I can. Whatever you need, or... I can leave.”
Nothing. I lean into the door.
