Page 32 of Mercy & Her Devils

It fucking needs to be.

“That’s it, step to the far side of the cell,” the woman says.

Then to my shock, there’s a sudden furious, growling.

Lark is feral.

Then I make out the words that he’s howling between his growls and struggling and I understand why.

“Don’t take my daughter. Stop!” Lark screams. “Millie! Bring her back. Do anything to me but don’t… I’ll tear out your fucking throats, if you touch one hair on her head. Why have you taken my daughter?”

CHAPTER FIVE

Broken Basement, The Institute

It must have been hours since the guards took Millie, although it’s hard to tell time stuck in this cell without windows or a watch.

Lark is still growling.

He’s marching from one side of the cell, tightly coiled. One of his arms is wrapped around his chest like his ribs are cracked.

I’ve never seen an Omega look as tall or as dangerous.

Or as distressed, even if he’s attempting to hide it with his rage.

Fletcher must have ordered that Lark be parted from his daughter.

My ex did this.

What if Lark discovers that truth?

Sweat drips down my neck. I struggle to push myself up to rest my back against the hard wall.

Lark’s heavenly scent has turned sharp with his rage, flooding the cell and making me wince.

I wince even more, when I study Lark’s face. His right eye is swollen, and there’s a deepening bruise along his fine cheekbone.

Lark actually fought the Betas!

Admiration surges through me.

Would my mom have fought for me?

I don’t know.

I’ve always been taught that Omegas should accept what Alphas and Betas decide is best for them.

Yet Lark hasn’t.

I never craved to be a mom like I was told Omegas were meant to. I wanted to stay by Thomas and Gabriel’s side and work with them. It didn’t make sense that I couldn’t.

I like Millie, and it makes a happiness that I can’t explain light through me to see the way Lark looks after and plays with her.

He’s a great dad.

It killed me inside not to be able to protect Millie as well.

I get the instinct now.

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