Page 102 of The Omega Archives: Part Two

The more she spoke, the more honest than I think any of us had ever faced in our lives poured out over the dinner table.

Our omega– yes, she was oursandas sudden as it was, I knew it was true there would be no other omega for usatleast not for me– lived a life entirely of force and fear.

It wasn’t a moment. It wasn’t a singular trauma like the ones I had faced and dreamed of.

It was her way of life up until now.

How dare anyone make that her life?

When she was a child, even after seven yearsas she livedin the city, trying to become independent and make something better of herself was always under the shadow of being afraid of grooming and stereotypes that still clung to her in her dark moments.

We’d all seen it.

I understood.

Damn, no wonder she was so terrified.

But now we would keep her safe. She didn’t have to worry or think anyone was going to find her and take her away, not from ussolong as she wanted us to care for her. There sure as hell wouldn’t be some entitled alpha man-child who wanted an omega to control going to sneak past me.

I wouldn’t allow it.

My alpha only slightly stirred in my chest, pleased we were on the same page.

Chapter

Thirty-Four

ELLA

My past. Ugh. Why in the world did I havetojustgoand ruin everything?

Or at least, that is what it felt like. My past did that, after all.

It ruined everything.

Maybe I shouldn’t have shared.

The understanding of what I had just done rattled through me.Rattledme completely.I had never told anyone that story. Ever.

I hadn’t ever told even Rita. Sheseemed to guess that I may havebeen shelteredor that someone in my past took advantage of meleadingme to run away, but she never knew the whole story.

Perhaps I should’ve kept it that way.

No.

Butalsoit was all too much. I had to know that. Even I thought it was too much having to just say the words and force myself to basically relive it all again. The moment the Davinsons came for me. The deal they and my brother struck that I agreed on for the best. The moment I listened through the worst pain in my life as my brother died and I couldn’t even grieve him properly…

It was beyond much.

Moving forward, ifPrestford packdidn’t want to be withme— even iftheyinsistedtheydid— I would know why at least. I knew they were out and for a good reason I couldn’t hold against them.

I handed it to them on a nightmare-filled platter.

Here, take this broken physically inept omega to be your one true bond.

No.It didn’t work the way. Sure, I didn’t know how it worked. But I had a feeling that definitely was not it.

I was too complicated and full of oversharing…

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