Healed Hearts by Morgan Sloan

I tried to hide my Omega status…

Holden Nash
Was introducing myself to the insanely hot, giant of a man at the club with a formal handshake the best move? Probably not. So why, you may ask, did I do it again the very next week when I came face to face with him in the hospital while I was working? Ugh. Who knows? Probably didn’t help that I pretended I didn’t know who he was. Oops? It’s bad enough that I couldn’t stop thinking about him and our random one-off, but then I gave him my number—so he could text me if he had questions about his daughter’s care, that’s all. Now he’s sending me pictures of her adorable sticker covered face, and telling me how calm and relaxed I make him feel. The worst part? He makes me feel the same way. I didn’t think anyone could do that.

Julian Foster
I figured three years was enough time to get back out there. Or at least to break my streak. It’s tough being a widower and a single dad. I knew I messed up basically the second Holden shook my hand and settled those stunning green eyes on me. Was it a little unconventional? Sure. But also, adorable. That’s not even the worst of it. No man that pretty should also have back dimples, a gorgeous smile, and the uncanny ability to calm me down at even the most stressful moments. I really wasn’t planning on texting him for non Wren related things, even though I wanted to. Technically? I didn’t. You can only listen to your toddler go on and on about her ‘Holden Stickers’ for so long before you break. She’s completely enamored with him. Same, baby girl. Same.