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“Coming!” I call back and with a fake apologetic look, I duck around Will and take the stairs two at a time.
“What about us?” Will snarls. “You’re just leaving us?”
“You don’t even know what she looks like. You won’t be of any use to us searching for her,” James has the balls to say.
“We can help sniff her out,” Cameron pants, following me down the stairs.
I exchange a look with James. The two of us are focused and prepared for the gruelling, possibly heart-breaking attempt at trying to find her.
“Fine,” James huffs out, probably just so we can stop deliberating and move out. “But you come right now, or not at all.”
Cameron nods enthusiastically. William less so, but he plods down the stairs with just the clothes on his back.
I sigh.
This is going to be fun times.
And if you didn’t catch the sarcasm there, then we can’t be friends.
“Shotgun,” Cameron calls out as James slides into the driver’s seat of the black Range Rover.
“Fuck you and the horse you rode in on,” I growl, grabbing him by his preppy shirt, and yanking him out of the car. I sling my bag into the footwell and get in, slamming the door in Cam’s face.
“You’re a dick,” he jibes, but it’s like being yapped at by a small dog.
I feel a bit bad and turn to give him a real apologetic look. He’s a good man. “Sorry, get car sick in the back,” I inform him truthfully.
“Oh, yeah,” he says with a nod. “You’re not a dick.”
“Thanks,” I murmur with a small smile. The car jostles when William folds his enormous frame into the back seat of the car and slams the door.
“Let’s go and find our omega one way or the other,” I mutter into the uneasy silence.
No more words are spoken as we head out of London on the fifty-mile drive to the village of Lakesview, hoping and praying that BM lands in our lap, somehow or other.
ChapterFive
Rayne
“I don’t want you driving all that way,” Mum complains in my direction as I pack my bag excitedly for my trip to London to see my cousin.
“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry so much.”
“You’ll ring me as soon as you get there?”
“I’ll text you.” I give her a pointed look. Phone calls make me nervous. Why call when I can email or text, is my philosophy.
She nods. “Okay. I need to go and take that video call. Be safe.” She leans over to give me a kiss.
I watch her leave, giving her a little wave. She runs her own clothing company and is a busy woman, but she is happy and fulfilled.
I wish I was.
I can’t wait to be a mate, but I know I can be a good omega as well as having something in my life away from the pack. In fact, it will probably make me an even better omega.
Hastily, I shove the rest of my stuff into my bag and then chuck my phone in my handbag. I already said bye to my dad earlier, so picking up the two bags, I make my way downstairs and out to my new car. I decided I didn’t like the 911, so about three months ago, the day after I saw Doctor Battle-axe, Daddy got rid of it and purchased this sleek black Mercedes SLK. I adore it.
Slinging my bags in, my stomach tensing up slightly at the thought of being away from home for a while, I start up the car. It roars to life, and I edge out of the driveway, trying to calm my nerves. As soon as I drive through the gates, I start to relax and head towards the motorway. I have about half an hour until I reach the slip road, so I flick the radio on and enjoy the music.
