Page 73 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

I smile at the thought of her as I stifle a yawn.

That little minx gets me going just by looking at her.Her ass gives me life. Her delicious little hole is so fucking satisfying.

Sitting up, I stretch and notice that Damon is fast asleep at the foot of the bed. Max is snoring loudly beside him, one leg dangling over the side of the bed.

Looks like Lena knocked their lights out, too.

Her scent is dwindling, and I realize she’s not in bed with us, so I shuffle off to check the bathroom. She’s not there, and her dress and shoes are gone. I’m still half asleep, but I snap awake as I check the lounge and kitchenette and don’t find her there either.

Panic starts to seep into my blood as I approach the balcony.

We didn’t go outside last night, and I don’t see her sitting on one of the chairs, but I open the doors anyway, peering around the small space as if she’ll magically appear. A cold feeling slides into my stomach, and I peer over the balcony railing and onto the street below, but Lena is nowhere to be seen.

She’s not here.

I step back inside and shut the balcony door, my mind whirring with possibilities. Could Zorin have taken her? It can’t be. There is no other alpha scent in here.

I sniff the air, trying to discern other scents in the room. Lena’s distinct perfume of vanilla and wild honey lingers in the air, along with Damon and Max’s scents, but nothing unfamiliar saturates the space.

I let my gaze rove over the surroundings, looking for anything that might be missing or broken. Everything is the same; nothing is out of place. The only thing missing is Lena.

If she wasn’t taken, that means she left on her own.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She still doesn’t trust us. My mind kicks into high gear as I consider where she might have gone. If she didn’t leave too long ago, I could track her.

I rack my brain, trying to figure out if I felt her leave in the night and what time it could have been, but it’s useless. I was too wrapped up in her to notice anything- I was passed out by the time we went to bed.

I head back into the bedroom and quickly shove on my suit pants and shirt from last night. I keep as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake Damon and Max unless it’s vital. If I act quickly, I might be able to catch Lena, and all this panic would have been for nothing.

The hallway is quiet when I leave the room, the plush carpet of the hotel muffling my footsteps.

Sniffing the air deeply, I try to pick up on Lena’s scent. I can smell it, but it’s faint, mixed with the other smells permeating the hallways. My nose leads me to the elevator and into the lobby, where the night manager sits at the reception desk. He smiles when he sees me approaching.

“Good morning, sir. How can I help you?”

“I’m looking for a woman,” I say, cutting straight to the point. “My girlfriend.”

The word feels inadequate for what she really is. She’s myomega, my love, and the mother of my child.

“Yes?”

“I’m wondering if you saw her leaving? Perhaps in the early hours of the morning?”

“What does she look like?” he asks.

“She’s about average height, roughly five feet five, with wavy auburn hair. One blue eye, one green eye. She dresses quite modestly in muted colors. She might have been wearing a black evening dress.”

The night manager shakes his head. “I’m afraid I haven’t seen anyone matching that description all night.”

“Are you sure? Can you ask another staff member who was on duty?”

He disappears into a room behind the front desk for a few moments, then reappears, looking apologetic. “My staff says they didn’t see any women come through the lobby last night.”

“May I check your security cameras?” I ask, starting to get frustrated. Someone must have seen something.

“I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t allow you to do that. It’s against our policy.”

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