Page 15 of Mercy & Her Devils

Fletcher chose me because I was beautiful and the Mayor’s daughter.

I know that I’m not actually the perfect Omega for his pack.

I’m not good, obsessed with money and status, or submissive.

I come from the right elite pack but I was coddled by my twin and his best friend, as Fletcher has complained about enough.

They did love, respect, and cherish me.

I didn’t have a mom or even a dad who was interested in me.

I’ve never been able to tell whether Fletcher’s bluffing about rejecting me or my bond.

Perhaps, I don’t read people well. I wasn’t raised around many of them.

For the last six hours, I’ve been able to feel Fletcher’s emotions through the bond, however, and it’s been a confusing mix of distress and rage.

What’s happening? Where is Fletcher?

My stomach rumbles, and I wrap my arms around my middle.

I’ve missed dinner, and Fletcher didn’t even leave me those cupcakes that he picked up to nibble on.

But then, they were meant to reward me, right?

A treat for good behavior like a training a dog.

Omegas aren’t fucking pets.

Bored, my gaze settles on the only entertainment in the entire room: A pile of work files, which Fletcher has left on his bedside table.

He’s a workaholic and reads them late into the night. It’s the only time that he sneakily wears a pair of glasses because he doesn’t realize that sometimes I’m still awake. He’s too proud to allow anyone to see him wearing them.

I’m forbidden to look at the files, of course.

That’s Household Rule Forty-four.

But what if there’s something in there that could help the Omega resistance?

I swallow, and my hands shake.

I glance around at the bedroom.

I’ve been kept like a beautiful doll in a doll house my entire life. Generations have inherited this money and land because of the oppression of my own dynamic.

A Brok and his daughter are suffering right now.

I’m part of the Ace pack.

Don’t I have a duty to do something?

The files are just there…

Thomas said over dinner last week that there were rumors of an Omega spy. He laughed like it was ridiculous.

A joke.

Yet what if it wasn’t?

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