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She feels like she is my bonded Omega.

In the infamous biker gang that I grew up in, Alphas were taught they had to be tough and hard.

The moment that I revealed as an Alpha, I was separated from my Omega mom and brother and raised in a strict code of Alpha brotherhood, where violence and pain had to be taken without complaint.

Alphas weren’t allowed to show emotions.

They had to handle their own shit without asking for help. They had a duty to protect the honor of their club, while they had no duty to protect their Omegas.

Instead, they treated them like property. They held total authority over them.

Will Paige reject me if she discovers who I am? Where I come from?

When I was a teenager, I stumbled upon my Omega brother being beaten by a middle-aged Alpha in the club who wanted to claim him, and I snapped.

I fought her off him, then I broke my promises to the club, and I ran with my family in tow.

The gang chased me down.

If they’d caught me, then they would have fucking killed me.

No one broke promises to the pack and stole Omegas.

My knuckles whiten around the brush. My breathing quickens.

Where are my mom and brother now? Are they happy? Do they blame me for not protecting them better? For not getting them out sooner?

Or have they found a good pack?

I did the best that I could. I tried.

I found a shelter for abused Omegas for my mom and brother, which could hide their identities and give them a new life.

But the workers at the shelter looked at me with suspicion and disgust when they saw my motorcycle.

I had to start a new life myself.

And I have.

I reach up to touch the pendant at my neck.

But I never want to forget.

I rub my thumb over the pendant.

At last, I have begun my new life buried in this small town. Rhett saved me by claiming me into the Cole pack. And now, I have a chance to do things right with this Omega.

It is a chance to learn how things should be between an Omega and an Alpha.

This afternoon, I was vibrating with excitement when I arrived at Acorn Inn, lugging my suitcase, as well as Rhett’s bag.

The inn looked incredible.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” I stared around the gleaming lobby. I gave a low whistle. “Ain’t this something.”

The inn was cleaner and tidier than I’d expected, although maybe that was because I was used to living with Luca.

And Luca doesn’t clean.