No, it wouldn’t.
Not ever.
He pulled into the lot at Caldwell Cyber Security and parked next to Rafael’s car. With the dead weight of loss pressing on him, he leaned his forehead on the steering wheel and fought to control the tears pricking his eyes.
Time to pull himself together.
Time to bid farewell to his omega. 26
Huddled beneath the blanket, Rafe wrinkled his nose yet again at the lingering smell of moth balls. He’d felt the SUV stop and the engine shut off ages ago, so what was taking so long? And where were they? The alpha had said he was taking Rafe to safety. So, probably not jail. But Rafe needed answers—not some vague alpha don’t-worry-your-pretty-little-head bullshit.
A few more long minutes passed during which Rafe fought the growing urgency to scratch everywhere the rough wool was touching him. He was near his breaking point when the door opened and Grant said, “It’s safe to come out now.” Even muffled, the man’s voice lacked its usual confidence and command.