vibrating on his wrist. He glanced at the caller ID-

disbelief, called out from behind. He jogged to catch up, planting

l and dismissive. "A system error," he said, thr

it wasn't a system error, but he had no othe

f dismissal that cut Blake off mid-sentence. He accepted the call. A hol

ge. "Ansel! Where are you? I've sent you a

Ansel replied, h

and Matchmaking Bureau now! Immediately!" Hillard roare

s the truth. The Matchmaking Bureau. Of course. Ansel knew his own match was hopeless, so he staged this incredible perf

f superiority. His gaze on Ansel sof

id quietly to the empty air

alse concern. "Don't worry. Even if the match fails, it's n

us: Once every respectable Alpha rejec

sect. Outwardly, his expression remained composed. Inwardly, he had only one thought: What the h

lling laugh escaped his lips. "I'll keep that in

continued down the corridor

in that look and the single, dismissiv

contact list and selected "Blake Tucker." Beneath the name sat a string of older unread message

od in the gree

er to

ying hard to get only m

, isn't it? Don't worry. If n

persistent harassment for courtship. After what had happened inside the training center

wiped across

ontact "Blake Tucker"

firm" without a

u're amazing! That beautiful little Omega actually came looking for you," Cody said, his voice full o

the earlier unease. "Of course,"

message, ready to gloat. But the message failed to se

been

led up to the curb outside. Ansel opened the door and slipped inside without sparing him a glance. The vehicle rose