"I need to see him." There is nothing else in this goddamn world Win wants to do right now.

"Win, please–"

"You said so yourself," Win cuts off Mike softly, feeling strangely calm, as if he's trapped in the eye of his own storm of mounting agony, terror and grief, "He walked inside a trap and shut himself in, he's not walking out. I need to see him... please," his voice breaks at the end.

"It–it might not be a good idea, Win," Mike tries again to plead with him. "It won't be pleasant to experience the emergence, especially for someone like you with your Omega."

"Alex and I and...