HER FATED MATE IS AN OMEGA
He kept the windows rolled up tightly, terrified that if he rolled them down, his scent would trail behind the vehicle like a beacon.
Even inside the cabin, the air was quickly becoming heavy, sweet, and thick, a clear, undeniable sign that his pheromones were breaking through.
His phone buzzed on the seat beside him. It was a secure encrypted text from Dre:
Safehouse 3. Near the old rail yard.
The perimeter is clear. I’m five minutes
away with the blockers and the cellular
stabilizers. Do not stop for anything.
Silas gripped the steering wheel harder, his knuckles turning stark white against the leather. Safehouse 3.
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