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I shake my head, only to have Sadie place both hands on either side of it to hold it still, before she combs out my hair. “No,” I sigh. “She’s completely disappeared.”
It’s been driving my pack crazy trying to track her down. I mean, how hard can it be to find a sixty-year-old unbonded omega? They aren’t the only ones looking for her, either.
In the days after my heat, I reported Dr. Attersby to the police, filing a report against her and Maxim. My alphas testified another omega used my hormones to push them into a rut, and that they suspected Maxim was the culprit.
But nothing came from it. Suspecting someone isn’t the same as having evidence. And Maxim didn’t pay Dr. Attersby for my pheromones. From what I remember, I was going to be her payment, the ability to study me, to use me.
“She probably has someone helping her,” Sadie says, sectioning off my hair as Sorrel files my nails into a uniform shape. “It’s the only thing that makes sense.”
“The guys are pretty sure she’s hiding in Europe somewhere.”
“Good riddance,” Sorrel growls, sounding more alpha than beta. “If I ever see her, I’ll tear her tits off. I swear to fuck I will.”
Sadie and I laugh, even though her fierceness makes my heart warm. “Mama bear Sorrel,” Sade says fondly, clipping a section of my hair out of her way.
Sorrel scowls. “You can laugh, but I mean it. I hate knowing that someone fucked with you, Vee.” Her aqua eyes move up to Sadie. “You too, Sade. It makes me want to tear them all apart.” She shakes her head. “I know we’re all moving on to new packs, but… You were mine before you were theirs.”
There’s something vulnerable in her voice that keeps me from pointing out that I was the Werth pack’s long before I met her. And she’s not wrong. We were our own little pack up at Lake Kilrose.
Sadie rounds my chair and wraps her arms around Sorrel’s shoulders. “Who says we’re moving on, Sor? We’ll always be pack. We’ve just… expanded a bit.”
I nod, lacing my fingers through the beta’s fingers. “Yeah, exactly. It’s still the three of us, but we’re just… surrounded by asshole alphas now…”
Sorrel’s eyes glint. “And an asshole omega. Don’t forget about him.”
My hand flies to my chest in mock horror. “Forget about Huntington Force being in my extended pack? I would never!”
Sorrel rolls her eyes and snags my hand again, bending to her work. “Please don’t call him that. His head is big enough as it is.”
Sadie goes back to sectioning my hair. “Oh, please, the last thing we’re going to do is tell him what big fans we all are. We know his ego is massive.”
I don’t miss the small pleased smile on Sorrel’s lips as she keeps her face pointed down. I open my mouth to point it out, but at that moment, Sadie flicks on the blow dryer and renders further conversation impossible.
An hour and a half later, the three of us are standing just inside the accordion doors that lead to the backyard. Nerves have gripped me so hard, I hardly register the changes wrought. The flowers, the fairy lights, the trailing strips of gauzy fabric.
What I do notice are the people. The crowds of people. Too many.
I wanted this to be small and intimate. They’d wanted to invite half the city to really drive their claim home. We settled somewhere in between. The friends and family we wanted to attend, some of their co-workers and employees, and a crap ton of journalists.
I remind myself that this is more for the public than it is for me, for us. We had our moment already, in my nest, when we bonded with each other. People have been salivating over our story, especially once the Werth pack interview came out, where they explained what happened seven years ago.
Everyone wants to know what we’re doing, if I’ll forgive them.
So this is a way to tie a nice bow on the whole situation, and hopefully going forward everyone will leave us in relative peace.
“Ready?” Sorrel asks, brushing her hand down the back of my arm.
I glance over my shoulder at her and Sadie. “I suppose.”
“You sound so excited.” Sadie rolls her eyes.
“I am. Nervous and excited. But I just wish-”
“There were less people here,” Sorrel nods. “I get it. Believe me, I do.”
I nod. She does get it. She’s more in the spotlight than I will ever be.
I sigh. Then reach for the door, before stepping outside. We take the winding path that leads out to the lawn where everyone is congregated, pausing just before we fully reveal ourselves.
