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He kissed and hugged me while we got dressed, and as we parted at the resort where I would return to my room, he pressed me against the wall and kissed me again until I was breathless and so hard I could break glass.

“Good night, omega.”

Chapter Eleven

Azlan

I was glad for the long walk back to my villa. My mind had things to process. The first one was that tonight had been the most intense club session of my life. Trace bent over in front of me. Trusting me completely with his vulnerability and his lack of experience.

It was transformative for him but what he didn’t know was that after tonight, I would never enter a club without thinking of him. His beautiful shiver the first time I laid my hand across his ass. The sting of his skin under my palm. The sounds he made. Crying out in mingled agony and pleasure.

The way he called me alpha.

It was more than club talk. More than the experience.

Trace was mine. There was no more denying it.

Omegas smelled good to my wolf. There was no denying it. But Trace smelled like more than a good time. He smelled like mine. Like a piece of me clicked into place, one that I didn’t know was missing.

Trace was my fated mate. Shifting together sealed that notion for me. My wolf ran with his bear and somewhere in between the sand through my paws and the cool wind in my fur a bond began. It was strong and fierce and by the time I wished him goodnight, it had doubled in thickness.

I could’ve invited him back to my villa, but this was no one-night-stand omega.

This was the omega I was planning on spending the rest of my life with.

I almost went to find him more than twice but decided my patience would pay off. He deserved to be courted and dated and shown all the ways I could love him before sealing the deal. And I didn’t want to take away his choice in the throes of lust.

As I walked back, I noticed some men standing around. To anyone else, they might’ve looked like regular people. On vacation. Dressed up for dinner or the club.

But as a police detective, I knew better. They were scattered around the area that separated the main resort from the villas. This was the crossroads where the workers and vacationers walked past each other.

The men’s shoes made sounds against the clay tiles underneath their feet and even though we were in the desert, it was night and I doubted the moon created a need for their nighttime sunglasses.

I nodded at one as I passed but noted they were at every entrance and exit nearby.

They were looking for someone. One in particular was off to the right, near the fountain. His hair, the way he stood, his posture, it all seemed way too familiar. I raised my phone to my ear and pretended to speak to someone but with my thumb pressed the button to take a photo. I had to laugh and pretend to have a whole conversation until I closed the door to my place.

Shoot! I was on vacation. I was not here to play detective or cop or get involved in anything except a margarita and a splash in the pool.

I was already in deeper than I planned. There was no way I could go back to my life before this place and be happy without Trace. One night, and I was a complete goner.

And if he worked around these people, who I suspected were up to no good, then I had to do something.

Leave it to me to get into a case while trying to relax.

“Hey,” I said, calling up one of my friends at the precinct after sending them the picture I took. “Did you see what I sent?”

“Yeah, I’m running it through the database now. Could you have gotten a darker picture?”

“Sorry.” I laughed. “I was playing it off like I was on the phone.”

Reggie snorted. He was a good cop. Smart and saw things others didn’t. He was a patrolman but wanted to one day be a detective. If only he knew the stress would add to his life, he wouldn’t, but who was I to detail his dreams.

“Whoa,” he said. “You couldn’t just go on vacation, huh? You had to find one of the most wanted mafia men while you were there. Jeez. His rap sheet is longer than my receipt from the drugstore. He’s still there? You just took this picture?”

“I did. He’s here, and he’s not alone. There’s about six of them. Prowling.”

“I can’t imagine they are there on holiday. Most of them don’t do time off, and apparently, neither do you.”