LILA'S POV
I'm gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles have gone white.
Fiancée. The word keeps echoing in my head like a f*****g death sentence as I drive. Wade has a fiancée.
A gorgeous, sophisticated, perfectly put-together fiancée named Sabrina who probably doesn't even know what it's like to be called an omega like it's an insult. Who definitely has never been f****d against an elevator mirror by her future husband while wearing yesterday's mascara.
My phone rings through the car's Bluetooth, and Brooke's name flashes on the screen. I hit answer before I can think better of it.
"Hey boo. How was the first day?" she asks cheerfully. "Did you wow them with your organizational skills?"
"He has a fiancée," I blurt out.
Silence. Then: "I'm sorry, what?"
"Wade. My boss. The
