Page 62 of The Forgotten

To Catch An Omega

Prologue

“Have everything you need?”I ask, chewing on my bottom lip.

Harris stands in front of me with his best friends, hands shoved in his pockets as he nods.

“We do. We gotta go. Our manager says that we have to get our asses to the City of Angels by tomorrow night,” he says with a forced smile. “I promise we’ll call, okay?”

Harrison Nores, Trick Vines, and Noa Ryan have been my best friends since I was three years old. It didn’t matter that they were older than me by a couple of years, we were all inseparable. And now…they’re leaving for greater things.

I can’t tell them I’ve been in love with them for years, or that my heart is breaking into a million pieces. I have more self awareness in my pinky finger than most eighteen year olds, and the irony isn’t lost to me.

It’s their dream to share their music with the world, and I can’t hold them back.

Taking a deep breath, I nod shakily, burying the tears threatening to spill over. The three of them are alphas, and it’llhurt my best friends if I show how devastated I am. I’m a late bloomer, and my designation presented itself six months ago.

I’ve been lying to my best friends.God, I’m a liar.

I’m so hopped up on heat suppressant medication, I feel slightly dizzy. I can’t let them know that I’m an omega. They’ll never leave then. They’ll worry too much about the fact that they’re leaving me alone.

“Yeah, I mean, okay,” I reply softly. “Be safe. You’re going to be amazing, I know it.”

“You’re not going to let us leave without a proper send off, are you?” Trick asks, his pierced brow raised.

Anyone who thought these guys wouldn’t be right where they are now, is out of their minds. They have the rockstar vibe down with their wild, dyed hair and piercings. I have no doubt they’ll add tattoos soon as well.

I’m going to miss all of that.

“What do you?—”

Trick’s hand reaches out and grabs mine, yanking me to his chest, effectively shutting me up. His arms wrap around me tightly, and I choke back a sob as I hug him back.

“Did you think you were fooling anyone?” he breathes into my dark hair. “Baby, it’s okay to be sad.”

They’ve always called me cute names in private, yet I’ve always felt firmly friend-zoned. Noa says that my parents wanted me to have a normal life, and fucking would be rockstars is definitely the opposite of that. I had hoped with a tiny sliver of my heart that things would change when I turned eighteen six months ago, but it never did.

Now, it’s just too late.

“It’s not okay,” I mumble against his chest, heaving in a breath. His leather jacket smells like home. I’ll never be able to forget how much work went into getting it. He’s had it since heturned fifteen, and has slung it over my shoulders to keep me warm more times than I can count.

He worked as a mechanic’s gopher for a year to afford it. His natural woodsy scent had a distinct car oil smell to it that made me grin, knowing he was fighting to afford something important to him. We went out and celebrated with burgers at the local diner the day he bought it, and the first thing he did was put it around my shoulders, saying that I should be the first one to wear it.

I’ve been slapped by girls that were interested in them and told I was cock blocking them with my presence more times than I’ll ever admit aloud. It’s never been like that between my best friends and I.

They’re my everything, and I don’t think they have a clue. Even jokes about how my parents would have a cow if they made a move are said in jest. They don’t mean it.

Besides, how could I choose between them? I can’t. I won’t be the whiny little omega who broke apartFrozen Hearts.They deserve fame, happiness, and their music.

Even if it means that I have to move on.

“You don’t need to be worried about me,” I mumble, pulling away from Trick. His magenta hair is in his face as he gives me a sad smile. No amount of excitement can stop the knowledge that everything is changing. We’ll never be able to hang out all weekend without any commitments. They’re too busy for that now. “Give me hugs and then get on the road.”

I’ve already planned this out, but I have to force myself to hold onto my resolve as Noa and Harris hug me goodbye.

“Don’t get into trouble, yeah?” Harris teases. I take one last chance to breathe in his caramel apple scent, the same way I catalogued Noa's mocha one in my mind when he hugged me.

When I’m alone, I’ll hold tight to these memories.