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Chapter Fifty-One
Aurora
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THIS CAN'T BE FUCKING happening. She was just right there with us. When did she disappear?
We scour every corner of the library, everyone screaming her name, the police sending people to the pack's house and to the omega housing.
Trix refuses to let go of my hand, her grip tight. "I'm not fucking losing you too."
I squeeze back. “We'll fucking find her. We have to."
Trix nods, jaw hard, eyes flashing. “Damn right."
The pack stays close to both of us, no one wanting to separate as we search.
But Rose is nowhere.
"Oh my god." I slap my hand over my mouth in horror, wincing when I hit the sore spot from that damn alpha.
“What?" Trip asks.
"Rose."
Her brow furrows. “You're not making any sense."
The pack looks just as confused.
I gesture back towards the table I always sit at. “The fucker left roses. A dead rose and then dead rose petals. I just thought it was some creepy thing, but the threat was actually a lot more specific than I realized."
Realization dawns on Trix’s face. “That could change the suspect pool. If it's someone who has a problem with both of you—”
I cut her off. “Unless this is just to punish me for being an upstart omega. Rose has been in my life for a long time. We've traveled all over together. We're best friends. We're family. Hell, we're pack."
Callan frowns. “So, they've been watching you a while. Before the hacker released their information."
I nod. “I think that's a fair assumption."
Grey rubs the back of his neck. “But it seems like the dox was the trigger."
"Maybe because they suddenly realized I'm not such a good little omega? Why does fucking everyone want to punish me for this? Fuck. I want to burn this world down."
"Focus,” Trix says. “We don't have time for a rant right now."
I grimace. “Sorry. Okay. So an alpha who smells like roses. Gross dead ones. Someone who probably met both me and Rose at some point."
"Probably an alpha who attempted to court you,” Oliver adds. “Or her."
Something tickles at the back of my mind. It takes a moment to work its way up to the forefront of my brain. I gasp when it finally hits.
"This isn't really about me at all."
"What?" Trix asks.
"The bastard didn't try to court me. He tried to court her. He creeped her out though, and I can't believe I forgot this. He liked that his scent matched her name. He thought that meant they were supposed to be together. It was just something stupid we laughed about, neither of us really ever made anything of it. It was creepy, but not that unusual of an experience with all the bullshit alphas like to spout to omegas at those fucking balls."
