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“Yes. Good idea.” Caleb pushes the door open, grabs my wrist and pulls me out of the bathroom. His grip tight, tense.

I glance back at Mr Page, who’s still looking dazed, still trying to make sense of the situation. But I know that look too well, his racing heart, the sense of terror slowly leaving his body, the confusion.

There’s only one reason he would react like that to Caleb.

There’s only one reason his fear response would kick in at the same time as mine, while he was easily able to face off against Caleb before then.

There’s only one reason why I snapped out of the terror when Mr Page’s pheromones reached me.

He’s ours.

Mathew Page isourOmega.

6

Caleb

Fucking hell.The bathroom is thick with pheromones, mine and Vera’s, the various emotions in them messing with my head.

Luckily, since the door to the bathroom was closed but to the balcony open, the bedroom is much clearer and that makes thinking a lot easier. Makes trying to make sense of the situation much easier.

“Here.” Vera hands me a towel, which she apparently managed to grab as I dragged her out of the bathroom. She looks a lot more ‘here’ than I feel.

What the hell just happened?

I carefully try to mostly balance on one foot, so the cut in the other foot hopefully won’t open again, as I dry myself off. My heart rate slowly starts to come down, my body no longer on high alert.

Then Mr Page steps out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist as he holds out another one for Vera, who’s standing between us like a shield. Though I’m not sure who she’s trying to protect from whom.

“I’d prefer to keep my bedroom dry.” His voice is still gravelly as he motions with the towel in Vera’s direction.

She accepts it and wraps it around herself, her movements careful as she tries to stay on top of the situation, glancing between us, keeping herself between us.

“What the fuck just happened?” Mr Page’s voice is rough, almost uncertain. “What did you do to me?” He manages to glare at me, though there isn’t much force behind it.

“It’s not a good idea to threaten Vera…” I step closer to her, sliding my arm around her waist, not pulling her against me just yet, but it would be easy enough to do and protect her.

He opens his mouth to reply, but we’re interrupted by knocking on the door. Irritated, he glances in the direction of the sound. “Yes?” His voice is cold, angry.

“Sir. You’ve got a call. It’s important.”

“It can wait until tomorrow. I’m not to be disturbed today.”

I feel sorry for the poor guy standing on the other side of the door, he’s probably shitting his pants right now, with the fury in Mr Page’s voice.

“I’m sorry. I’m afraid that this is very time-sensitive. It’s about the job you took yesterday.” I’d be surprised if the guy isn’t fearing for his life right now.

Mr Page takes a deep breath, reigning in his anger, becoming the untouchable Mr Page again. “I’ll be downstairs in a moment.”

Then he looks at us, conflicting emotions crossing his face. This is the first time I’ve see that happen, he usually looks so controlled. What happened in the bathroom really rattled him.

“You can wear the bathrobes that are on the bed. There’s food on the table near the window and I brought up a medical kit.” He points behind him. “Feel free to watch TV, play videogames or do anything else, as long as you don’t leave the room.”

“What about the balcony?” Vera eyes him, her voice testy.

“You’re free to go onto it, as long as you don’t jump off or otherwise try to leave.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She smiles, though it’s still weak, nervous. “I remember. Your men are of the ‘shoot first, ask questions later’ variety.”

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