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My coworkers laugh.
Spencer shakes his head at me. “Doesn’t sound like it. Sounds like your alpha says she’s yours.”
“Not if she has a mate.”
“Damn. That’s rough. Does that shit happen?” Chase asks. “I’d be losing my shit.”
I ignore Chase’s comment. “She was wearing a Mel’s uniform.”
“And now we know where to grab dinner.” Spencer waggles his eyebrows. “Chief?”
Chief Warner grunts from inside the bay where he’s got an office.
“Want anything from Mel’s? We’re sending Reid.”
I shake my head at Spencer, but forty-five minutes later, I’m on my way to pick up the crew’s order. As I’m pulling into Mel’s, a text comes in from Finton.
Finn: Any news? I’ve walked Waffles by their house hoping for a peek so many times today he hid the leash.
Reid: I’m pulling into Mel’s for a fact-finding mission.
The idea that neither of us are concerned that we’ve officially become stalkers seems as though it should be a problem. But all I can think about is making sure she’s okay, and my bond tells me Finn’s focused on that too.
Finn: Fingers crossed. Find our girl.
Chapter 3
Cammie
Ipull my car into the back of the lot at Mel’s and park with a huff. “This is the third time in a row, Trent. You can’t keep doing this to them. If you say you’ll spend the weekend with the kids, do it.”
“It’s not like that, Cammie,” Trent says.
It’s exactly like that.
One day we’re a family, and the next, Veronica is his scent match. Bye-bye, Cammie. Hello, omega. But I hoped that even when he threw me out like trash, he would still be a dad to our kids.
Naïve.
“Veronica’s family pack decided to come to town. We can’t host the kids and them.”
The sound of Trent’s voice on the speaker grates my nerves. To think that I once idolized this man.
I became an alpha-chaser by accident, falling right into the trap of my family legacy. I never wanted to be like my mother, never wanted to end up with kids and no bond. Alphas should have been off limits. And even if Trent is the only alpha I ever chased, it was one too many. One night of lapsed judgment, that was all it took to change the direction of my whole damn life.
On my eighteenth birthday, my sister borrowed my mom’s car, and we drove up to the Omega Finishing Academy. Jeanie knew a bartender who let us into Rumble, an alpha-omega bar near the Academy.I had dated some in high school, but never seriously. I’d planned to attend community college that fall, and I wasn’t looking for anything more than a fun night out. It was my first introduction to tequila, and dancing with all those pheromones swirling in the air was like walking on clouds. A quick fuck in a bathroom stall with the first alpha who paid me any attention, and ten months later, Benjamin was born.
My sister helped me locate Trent after I found out I was pregnant. Her social media stalking skills are unhinged but useful, so I don’t ask many questions. When I showed up at his door and told him what happened, he took a minute and a paternity test to come around. I don’t blame him. It wasn’t my life goal to become pregnant at eighteen.
We got a place over in Delux, a suburb outside the city. He got a good-ass job working security at a club, and I worked part-time at a bakery. He never bite-claimed me, but I believed Trent when he said it didn’t matter. By the time Emmaline came along five years later, I’d lulled myself into forgetting all about fated mates and forever bonds.
Stupid. So stupid. How could I forget? Alphas are made for omegas. Betas are nowhere in the equation.
Angry tears rush to the surface, and I wipe under my eye. It’s been more than a year since he found his scent match, and I’m done being disappointed by this man.
“The kids will understand. I’ll make it up to them next time,” Trent says, brushing it off as always.
I’m sick of how he treats us as though we’re nothing now that he’s found his mate. Things with us weren’t perfect before, but damn, we deserve better.
