Jackson
Let’s go find her,” I commanded them.
As we turned to leave, a beautiful, almost middle-aged Omega walked into the already cramped room and turned on the light. She jumped back when she saw us letting out a loud scream.
“Wh-what did you do to her?” she asked, backing away towards the hallway. Her gray eyes sized us up, darting between the three of us.
“What are you talking about? To whom?” I asked gently, hoping to calm her down. She looked frightened and confused.
“What are you doing up here?” Her voice was harder but still shook a bit.
“Looking for my mate.” I smiled sheepishly and held up the pillow. A visible wave of relief washed over the Omega. “Do you know who sleeps here?” I motioned to the bed at the end of the room.
“Isla does.”
Isla.
I turned her name over in m
