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“Knew each other?” he scoffed, squeezing my hand hard. “I’m Eliza’s fiancé. If you think running away without a word years ago would free you from me then you have another thing coming. Change in fucking plans. It looks like I’ll be staying here.”
“I’m the President here,” Loki warned him.
“I don’t need the title,” Damien didn’t even spare the other alpha a glance. “I have something better. We have a lot of catching up to do, omega, including the fact that you started forming a pack without me.”
My mouth opened and closed but that was all I managed. Pain was clutching at my chest and it wasn’t until Bane shoved Damien out of the way and hissed at me that I realized why.
“Take a breath, right now, Eliza,” he growled, both hands on my shoulders and his face inches from mine.
My body wouldn’t let me disobey and I sucked in a heaving breath, my feet wavering as my head spun. Between the insane orgasms and stress, I couldn’t even fight the unconsciousness taking me under. Someone caught me and I knew instantly my former fiancé had me again.
“You’re not getting out of this, Eliza.”
Chapter
Six
Damien
She was here.
My omega was finally in my arms again. It was like I had to keep reminding myself this was real.
“I’m going to need a fucking explanation, right now,” Loki growled. He tried to take her from me and we stood facing off, her body the only thing keeping us apart. From the feral possessiveness in his gaze, he wasn’t going to risk hurting her.
Pain lanced through me at the realization that she’d given a part of herself to this alpha and wasn’t running away.
What made him different?
“When she wakes up,” I said, not giving a fuck what this alpha wanted. If he thought he had questions, I could promise I had a whole lot more.
“Our place is this way,” Bane said in a tone that was at least calm, though a bit cold.
I followed him down the lot in the direction she’d come from. The other beta trailed behind. She smelled of him, of all of them.
They were fucking lucky to be alive right now.
She was mine. Always had been. Always would be.
That day was etched into my brain. Waking up after a night of fucking her senseless, to a ring on my counter and the smallest goodbye note I’d ever seen.
I’m sorry.
That was it.
No explanation at all.
For years, I wondered what I did. Watching her from afar was brutal. I’d hired a PI years ago, he gave me no update on her location at my request, only simple updates. I wasn’t ready to confront her and make things worse.
Then when I was ready, she was gone again. They left no trail, all four of her friends simply vanished.
Until now.
I’d gotten caught up in club work and the PI moved on to other jobs. I had every intention of finding her again but it just never felt right.
But now everything has changed.
I was never letting her go again. She was insane if she thought she got to make that kind of decision for the both of us. I never would have let her go if I knew it was coming. I’d have fought to the ends of the earth for her.