Page 12 of Mercy & Her Devils

The Omega Society HQ is located right here in Haven

Couldn’t Fletcher at least make the Reject and Broken Omegas’ lives as easy as possible?

Raging emotions are building up in my chest.

It’s the same fire that was there before, but this time, I don’t feel like I’m going to choke on them.

Instead, I feel like I’m going to burn this entire hall, world, and life around my ears.

“Why do you have to be cruel?” My voice is steadier than it’s been in a long time. “Omegas aren’t playthings or pretty toys. We’re the same as everyone else with emotions and feelings and…you hurt us. You’re hurting this man and his daughter just because his Alpha decided to throw him away.”

Fletcher stares at me in shock. “Where is this coming from? The Omegas in my Institute aren’t the same as you, darling. Is this talk scaring you? I’m sorry, that’s my fault. I forget sometimes because you’re so smart for an Omega that I shouldn’t talk about business in front of you like you’re an Alpha. But these others, they’re rebellious or defective. I’m helping them and finding them new homes. Even the Brok will be auctioned. Nobody would have taken him with the baggage of a daughter.”

Thomas twists back to face him. “I would.”

“You live in a dreamworld.” Fletcher’s eyes blaze. “Wake up. Didn’t your time in the Alpha Center teach you anything? Maybe I should suggest to the Mayor that you need more retraining.”

Without even thinking about it, I growl, protectively.

Then I shove Fletcher in the chest. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

A deep silence settles in the lounge.

My heart is in my mouth.

I’m shaking.

But I force myself to defiantly raise my gaze to meet Fletcher’s.

He’s staring at me like I’ve bitten him.

I’ve never cussed in front of him before, fought back, or growled.

All of it’s rebellious.

It’s the actions of a Rej and not a good, society Omega.

I’m screwed.

“She doesn’t mean it.” Thomas’ voice is high with panic. “She’s my twin. You never understood that connection. It’s as powerful as a bond. When you threaten me, it triggers her need to protect me.”

“Your father should have allowed me to match with both of you like I asked for,” Fletcher says in an icy voice. “Then I could have put you both in your place at the same time.”

Thomas and I both draw in shocked breaths.

Thomas’ face becomes as ashen as mine.

I’ve never been grateful to Dad before.

But I am now.

“I’d have torn out your throat,” Thomas snarls.

“You’d have been the Second Alpha.” Fletcher’s eyes gleam. “Don’t think that you’d still be cockily walking around like you are now. Alphas who challenge me find out that I’m downright soft in comparison when it comes to my treatment of Omegas. But then…” His frosty gaze slides to me, and I freeze. “On your knees.”

I slip to my knees but with as much dignity as I can manage. This time, I don’t duck my head.

I edge my hand into the pocket of my dress. My fingers touch the peacock, tracing the soft tail feathers, and it grounds me.

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