Page 49 of The Omega Archives: Part One

Finishing an entire section. I closed my eyes to rest them.

On my other browser, I also pulled up all the files I could find recently on omega funds in the area and the surrounding cities, as per Cal’s request the other night. He knew I said I would look into some things for him, but late at night when I couldn’t sleep—and lately I felt like I could never sleep even once I got off work—I started to compile things together.

Starting a new project, especially one I wasn’t heavily supposed to be invested in, was sort of fun. Like a scavenger hunt. Especially since it turned out there was a small section of Prestford alumni who had overlapping interests which made my job even more easy.

And thrilling.

It felt like little pieces of a puzzle were snapping together every time I noticed it.

Opening my eyes back up, I clicked through my tabs.

I blinked.

My eyes caught on one of the names.

Davinson.

My heart stopped in my chest.

My ribs ached from the heavy hit that came before it stopped beating and I started at the name, unable to look at the page any further before my mind started to race instead. I was back there in the basement all over again.

I was back in the two big living rooms where alphas stared at me and laughed.

I was back there. I wouldalwaysbe right back there?—

“Els, are you okay?” Cal must’ve asked more than once, because he came to stand behind me, in eyeshot of my screen.

I carefully clicked out of the document before opening my data sheet back up he must’ve been used to seeing it by now.

“Yeah. Yes.” I corrected myself to sound sure of myself. “I’m fine. Sorry. I thought I saw something that… shouldn’t have been in my files.”

Though I wasn’t sure if that was true.

I glanced towards where I minimized the page again, wanting to open it up and make sure that what I saw— well, it was just a coincidence. My brain was working overtime.

Yet unease swirled deep in my stomach.

I headed the side of my face against my hand. “My eyes are just tired.”

“You need rest.”

“Hm.” I sighed as he put his hands gently on my shoulders. “That would be nice.”

He chuckled, massaging my shoulders for a moment before he cleared his throat.

“I’d like to tell you more about my pack,” said Cal, softly. He paused rubbing my shoulders as if I could cut him off before he started. “If you’re ready to hear more about them.”

He’d been so good not talking about them over the past few days. He mentioned them off hand when he told stories about something or if something was going on in his life, but otherwise, it was as if he just had roommates instead of a four-person, likely romantic, if I was understanding him correctly, pack.

I nodded slowly, taking a deep breath. If it was bad, this could be it. It could be a sign to tell him to stop and cut everything off.

The idea made my chest hurt. My stupid omega rose to the surface, wanting to whine more than it ever had in the past since I started spending time with Cal and also catching whiffs of other scents on him, I knew had to be from the alphas he surrounded himself with.

“Okay. Go ahead.”

“Yeah?” He grinned, leaning over my shoulder to see my face.

“Tell me about them," I encouraged.

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