Desmond’s Pov

The front door slammed against the wall. I knew instantly that she was gone, I did not need Deccan’s confirmation. My body felt the shift first, the intense heat we had created was absent.

"She is gone," I stated. My voice was a flat statement of fact.

Dean kicked a chair across the room. The wood shattered against the wall with a loud, aggressive snap. "That weak Omega! After all the pleasure we gave her, she ran. She dared to leave the Alpha lair."

Deccan walked out of the bedroom, he looked sick. "The window is open. She took a cloak, she knew the layout. She planned this...