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  Omega’s Kiss

  (Never Too Late Book 3)

  Aiden Bates

  Important information…

  This book, “Omega’s Kiss” is the third book in the Never Too Late Series. However, this book and every other book in the series (more books coming soon!) can be read as a stand-alone. Thus, it is not required to read the first book to understand the second (as so on). Each book can be read by itself.

  Table of Contents

  Important information…

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Bonus Chapter: Sixteen

  Preview Chapter: Father Figure

  The story may be over but

  Chapter One

  Doug removed his belt, his shoes, and his briefcase. He put them onto the table for the guard to search and turned his pockets inside out. Then he stepped through the metal detector. When he emerged on the other side, he received his hand stamp and signed the visitor log.

  The guard looked up at Doug and wrinkled her nose. "How many times have you been here this week, Doug?"

  "Twice, Katie." Doug smiled at her. The guards weren't bad people. He had to try to remember that. They were just trying to do a difficult job, with very few resources. "But those visits were different. Then I was his son."

  She raised an eyebrow. "Any big news you want to share with the class?"

  "Today I'm his attorney." He passed her the document. "It's taken a while, but I filed the paperwork yesterday."

  Katie scanned the document and clicked her tongue ring against her teeth. "Well I'll be damned. I didn't even know you were a lawyer."

  "I've been cleverly disguised as just another family member for months, right?" He gave a little laugh. "But hey—now you know who to call if you ever need a lawyer." He passed her a card.

  She rolled her eyes. "Do you have any idea how many lawyers I get through here?"

  "Yeah, but I'm different. I'm good. And I actually like you." He winked and she laughed, buzzing him into the visitor waiting room.

  He had to wait his turn to be allowed into one of the confidential visiting rooms, so he sat back and took a good look at the other visitors. Most of them were family members, all looking tired and not terribly happy. Shirley wasn't exactly easy to get to, especially if you lived in one of the more remote parts of the state. It was also the only maximum security prison in Massachusetts.

  Pete saw young mothers carrying fussy babies. He saw a couple of anxious-looking omegas in the mix, and he winced when he saw their claim scars. He wouldn't wish this kind of life on his worst enemy, to have to come all the way up to Shirley for conjugal visits or die. There were a few young people who were there without other family members. They might have been there to see siblings, or parents, or friends. None of them made eye contact with anyone else.

  Then there were the lawyers. There were four of them there today, Doug included. They stood out like sore thumbs. They were well rested. They were well dressed. Their eyes were sharp and keen, not filled with despair. They nodded at Doug like they saw a kindred spirit in him, and he supposed that they did.

  He glanced at the family members, and then he went to sit with the lawyers.

  They made small talk as they waited to be called. The guy defending a double homicide got called first. Then went the woman defending a guy who'd gone on a violent spree down the Cape over the summer; he hadn't even bothered to deny what he'd done, but she was trying to appeal based on mental incompetence and get him sent to a secure hospital instead. She was replaced by a dark-skinned man in a gorgeous silk suit, who was defending one of the alleged dirty cops that had kidnapped a State Trooper's omega last month.

  Doug wished him all the luck in the world. He was going to need it.

  They called Doug next. He got up and followed the guard into a confidential visitor room, where he sat down and spread out his documents. Then he waited.

  Five minutes later, three guards escorted his father into the room. Orange was not a good color for Larry Morrison, or for any other pale person really, and Larry had only gotten paler in prison. He blinked at Doug owlishly through his thick glasses and smiled broadly. "Dougie!" he said, as the guards pushed him gently into his chair. One of them watched him carefully while the other shackled him both to the chair and the table. "What is this, the third time this week? And what's with the funeral director get-up? Did you just come from work?"

  Doug huffed out a laugh, even though he had to blink back tears. "I am at work, Dad. I filed a motion for a new trial yesterday." He smiled, broad and happy. "I managed to find proof that you were in Maryland when Melina Bonnaire and Ada Alumi were killed."

  Larry's green eyes widened. "Are you serious? That's great news! That's fantastic news!" He laughed out loud. "I didn't even know them!"

  "I know you didn't, Dad." Doug closed his eyes and hung his head. "I am so, so sorry that I didn't find this before your first trial, but we're going to make it right. We are. I promise."

  "I know you are. You're the best son a father could hope for. I know it wasn't always easy growing up. I wasn't always around as much as I wanted to be, but Dougie, you turned out amazing. You made me so proud. I'm telling you, I'm so proud to call you my son." He chuckled and shook his head. "And my lawyer, now, too. Seriously, who would have thought it?"

  Doug glowered at the walls. "Who'd have thought that you'd need a lawyer? Seriously, dad. Maximum security? Shackled to a chair? You don't need that. That's not you."

  Larry shook his head. "Son, they think I'm a serial killer. If it were anyone else—if I were a serial killer—you'd be the first one to tell them that they needed to keep me as secure as possible. I don't really mind, son."

  Doug crossed his arms over his chest. It was funny how being around his father could reduce him to a sulky twelve-year-old again. He was a successful attorney, on the partner track, and here he was pouting. "Well I mind. How are things?"

  "They're things." Larry shrugged, making his chains rattle. "They gave me a cell mate about my own age. He's a guy from Worcester. He's still on trial, but I guess that he's a special case. His name's Joe. Seems nice enough for a mobster."

  "That's something. Do you have a job yet?" Doug tapped his pen on the table, beating out the drum part to an old Muse song.

  "Oh sure. I'm working in the library. It's not so bad. At least I'm still using my degree." Larry sighed and gave Doug a smile, looking him up and down. "That lawyer look, it's a good one for you, son. You look all smart and stuff."

  Doug blushed. "I am all smart and stuff, Dad. I've got a lot of wins. And I'm going to get this one, too. Is there anything else you can tell me that will help me out? Anyone that you can think of who will corroborate where you were when the victims were killed?"

  Larry laughed and shook his head. "Son, I'm going to need a list. The real killer murdered an awful lot of women, and I can't really go ahead and tell you where I was every minute of every day for twenty y
ears, now can I?"

  "Good point." Doug chewed on the end of his pen. "I'll get that list. And I'll be back. You can count on that."

  "I know you will. Dougie, you're something special. I know you'll do whatever you need to, okay?" Larry leaned back. "Tell me. We haven't talked about you in a while. Are you still seeing that guy, what was his name, Liam?"

  "No." Doug made a face. "Liam, as it turned out, was really into unhealthy polyamory."

  Larry mouthed out the words "unhealthy polyamory," with his brow furrowed in confusion. "What does that even mean?"

  "It means that he had three other omegas that he was messing around with, Dad. He firmly believed that this was not a problem, and that I was just being 'uppity' for objecting." He rubbed the back of his neck. "The upshot is that now he has no omegas, and I have three new very good friends. So, there's that."

  "Okay then." Larry grinned. He'd lost a few teeth while inside. Doug wondered how he hadn't noticed before. Had he just been too busy looking at his own shoes? "Hey, want me to make a few calls? You know us convicts, we all got connections." He laughed at the absurdity of his own joke.

  Doug chuckled. "Thanks, but I'm good. Liam's out of my life now, let him go pester someone else. The guy had a personal hatred of toothpaste anyway. He always had bad breath. You going to be okay in here for a while, Dad?"

  "You bet, son." He smiled up at Doug. "You going to go give 'em hell?"

  "It's what I do best, Dad. I love you. I'll see you soon."

  Doug signaled to the guards and left the room so he wouldn't have to see them treat his father like a dangerous animal. A guard escorted him back to the visitor processing center, where he signed out and was searched yet again. He was prepared to simply head back to his car, but as he headed to the parking lot he noticed a woman struggling with a baby carriage. She wasn't walking toward the lot, but toward the road.

  He glanced at the sky. Ominous dark clouds lurked overhead.

  Doug cursed. He had a plan, and a direction. He wanted to set it in motion right away. At the same time, this woman wasn't much different than he was, and she had a baby with her. He raced to catch up with her. "Are you trying to catch the train?"

  She blinked at him and bit her lip, clearly afraid.

  He tried again, this time in Spanish. She nodded, still not trusting. "Look," he told her, speaking as gently as he could. "It's going to rain. I'll give you a ride wherever you want, okay? I'll even drive you home." He gave her a little smile. "My dad's inside. Folks like us, we have to stick together, help one another out."

  She hesitated, but when they heard thunder in the distance she decided to take a chance. They ran for Doug's car and she strapped the bucket carrier into the back seat, turning it into a car seat. She folded down the stroller, got it into Doug's trunk, and slid into the passenger seat just as the first raindrops fell.

  When she told him that she lived in Framingham, he wouldn't hear of her taking the train. "That'll take you more than three hours," he pointed out, "and I'm going to Framingham anyway for work. Seriously. I'll just bring you straight there. It's not a problem."

  She blushed, but accepted, and they hit the road.

  Her brother was in jail, she explained. He'd absolutely done the crime. She had no problem admitting that. He'd made a lot of mistakes in his life, but he was still her brother. She still loved him, no matter what he'd done. That was what family was all about. It was just hard for her to get to see him more than a few times a year, since she couldn't drive and the train took an entire day.

  "I hear that." Doug sighed. Before his father's arrest and trial, he'd been concerned about the effect of incarceration on families, but only in an abstract sense. Now it was personal. "Look. If you want, I'll bring you up there once a month, okay?"

  She gave him a suspicious glance. "Why?"

  Doug laughed. "Because I'm going there anyway, remember? My dad's in there for something he didn't do. I'm his lawyer now, so I'm going to be there even more often. It's not a hassle. Like I said, we're in the same boat. We have to stick together."

  Her eyes softened. "Thank you. I feel like I probably shouldn't take your help—but I will. I really appreciate this."

  They pulled up to her apartment complex, and he helped her get her stroller and her baby out of the car. He gave her a card and wrote his cell number on the back. "If you need anything at all, whether it's a ride to Shirley or even just a hand with the baby, give me a call." He smiled and shook her hand, and then he headed back to the car.

  His next destination wasn't going to be nearly as pleasant. He aimed his car toward the Massachusetts State Police Headquarters. It wasn't far, and before he knew it he was parked in their visitor lot.

  Before he went inside, he ran through his notes. He could just file a formal motion and force them to give him the list, but he didn't want that. He always preferred to do things the nice way whenever he could. That didn't mean he was foolish enough to think that he was going to be able to saunter inside, say, "Hi, give me all of your notes for my dad's case," and have it happen. No, he was going to have to be on top of his game here, even more than he was when he was in court.

  He grabbed his briefcase and made a beeline for the front door. Once inside, he walked up to the front counter and gave his most professional smile to the young trooper on reception duty. "Good afternoon," he said. "Would it be possible to speak with Detective Raymond Langer from the Cold Case unit?"

  The trooper looked up at him with a bored expression, obviously not moved by Doug's charm and smile. "Do you have an appointment?"

  "I don't. I just filed a motion yesterday and I was hoping to speak with him about it."

  The young trooper didn't seem to care. "Whom should I say is calling?"

  "My name is Douglas Morrison, with Findlay, Allison and Jones." He passed a card to the trooper.

  The officer picked up the phone. "Detective Langer? Yes, sir. I've got a Mr. Morrison from a law firm called Findlay, Allison and Jones here to see you? I don't know, sir. Yes, sir." He looked back over at Doug. "Detective Langer will be right out."

  Doug retreated to one of the hard plastic chairs, eerily reminiscent of those in the prison waiting room, and held his briefcase on his lap. He had no idea what to expect here. He'd probably seen Langer at least once, but he couldn't remember him from the trial. Either he'd had a commitment he couldn't escape, or he'd faded back into the background.

  When Langer emerged from the troopers-only area, Doug knew that Langer could never have faded into the background. He stood tall, with short and curly black hair and a long, aristocratic nose. His wide green eyes scanned the waiting area until they found Doug, and his basil scent made Doug's mouth water.

  Doug bit back a curse. This was going to be harder than he'd expected. No one had warned him that Detective Langer was an alpha, and a hot one at that.

  ***

  Ray didn't have to work too hard to pick out which of the visitors in the waiting area was Doug Morrison. The rain-spattered lawyer suit was a giant clue, for one thing. Even if he hadn't been wearing the suit, Morrison's scent would have marked him out.

  Ray tried not to squirm, or to drool. Maybe he shouldn't have used terms like "marked."

  He breathed in for four seconds, paused for one, and let it out slowly. He could do this. He was an alpha, but alphas weren't animals ruled by their baser instincts. Alphas, like all humans, were strong and intelligent people. They could control themselves and their urges. They could be men of peace and understanding, even around omegas.

  Even around omegas who smelled like cotton candy. Ray bit back a whimper.

  He stepped forward and held out his hand. "Hi. I'm Ray Langer. You must be Doug Morrison."

  Morrison gave him a thin, small smile. It completely belied the surge in cotton-candy scent that signaled his arousal. "That's me. I'm here to talk to you about Lawrence Morrison."

  "I kind of figured." Ray shot the lawyer a sheepish grin and stuffed his hands into his pock
et. He knew it probably looked unfriendly, but it helped him to keep his hands to himself. "Come on with me and we can sit down and have a talk someplace a little more comfortable. Only a little. They don't waste taxpayer dollars on conference rooms, I'm afraid."

  The corners of Morrison's mouth twitched. "They're probably a lot more comfortable than the ones where I see a lot of my clients." He followed Ray back toward Cold Case, shoes squeaking on the linoleum. "About half of my caseload is appeals."

  "For real?" Ray turned his head to look at the attorney and decided to walk by his side. It made conversation easier, even if it didn't make it easier to keep his mind on his work. "How's that work out for you?"

  "Pretty well, actually." Morrison smirked, a little glint of light coming into those narrow green eyes of his. "I have the advantage of only taking on cases that I think I can win."

  Ray nodded slowly. "I can see where that would be an advantage, I guess. Here we are. We'll just go right into the first conference room on your left. Careful; all of the detectives are alphas. It might be a little intense." He held open the door to the Cold Case unit.