Page 34 of The Omega Archives: Part One

I shook my head. “Nope.”

“We’ll need to fix that.”

“One day, maybe.” I paused to clear her throat. “Anyway, you said you wanted a list of non-profits related to the area and Prestford?”

“Sort of. My boss needs some information on the previous non-profits in the area over the past few years.”

“Okay.” I was already thinking about what aisle he might need for information. “Any non-profit type in particular?”

“Omega funds.”

I blinked a few times.

Omega funds were directed into a variety of areas to help omegas do things that otherwise could be easier if they were betas or even alphas. The funds helped them find housing and jobs that suited them after they came out of private schooling or the academy. It was one of the things also that helped packs find their omega.

Take them.

Why in the world did Cal want to know about omega funds?

“The big boss is trying to start a whole new sector in omega non-profits to benefit Omega Havens. The good ones. There aren’t enough of them to go around, and many of them turn down omegas for not fitting certain status, especially omegas who have been through things like violence or domestic abuse,” explained Cal as if he could see the wheels turning in my head. “We want to make sure they’re safe, not just shipped back to the people they are claimed by if that is the case.”

“Wow,” I whispered. I see myself walking into a haven like I did one time and only one time. I thought I was safe but I wasn’t. I was never safe until now when I was alone and taking care of myself and that was it. “That’s…”

“If we manage it, it would be game-changing to a lot of people,” said Cal. “Does that help narrow it down?”

He watched me fidget as he turned at the next light.

He seemed sincere. More than that, he didn’t realize who exactly he was talking to.

Just one of those omegas that hadn’t been able to trust the system.

I cleared my throat. “I can find that sort of information, I think.”

“Awesome.”

“Maybe now you’ll tell me where we’re going?” I looked around the area as we pulled into a parking lot. The only thing that I saw was a small diner and more gray buildings surrounding us.

Cal unbuckled his seatbelt. “Don’t trust me?”

After a second, I shook my head. “Not yet.”

“Don’t worry,” he smiled with a nod, not perturbed in the least. “I’ll earn it.”

Chapter

Nine

CAL

The flowers might’ve been stupid, but for me, they were the perfect amount of stupid.

I was a mess all day thinking about tonight. I couldn’t help it.

Something about little librarian Ella just felt right from the moment I nearly ran into her with that glass coffee shop door.

I couldn’t believe that no one had swept up Ella. In general, as well as the fact she had never been on a decent date. By the look of shock on her face, she probably never even had the door held open for her.

Ridiculous.

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