Page 107 of The Omega Archives: Part Two

I felt at peace.

Cal tucked me into his arms just a little tighter. “Sweet dreams, Ella.”

I let myself fall into it and fell asleep.

The door never banged before in the pack house.

For a moment,I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to open them from the thick coating of sleep.

I was back in the old house with Peter. We were hiding. He was hiding me–

But I wasn’t there anymore.

I rolled over, trying to fall back asleep, reaching out my hand to feel for the space where Cal should’ve been.

Slowly, I blinked my eyes open. The room was still blurry as I breathed in his sweet marshmallow scent on the sheets and the heavy coating of chai from Liam’s shirt I was in.

“Cal?” I quietly croaked.

The door across the room slammed open, louder than what I had heard before.

I startled up, sitting up in bed, unable to scream as three men came in with a woman. They were saying something, not yelling, but I couldn’t process it as the bright lights turned on and they grabbed me.

They didn’t pause. They held around my arms as if they were willing to drag me out of the house. And they were going to.

“Stop! Stop! Don’t touch me,” I finally managed to get words out, or at least I thought I did. “Stop!”

Nothing I said was working.

This could not the happening. I was with Cal. I was with my pack.

I was supposed tot be safe.

“Calm down. It’s okay.”

“Stop touching me!” I screeched.

If anything, it made the assailants hold onto me tighter as I started to struggle. I kicked and thrashed, trying to remember any sort of tips Marko told me about how to get out of someone’s hold before I could run. The furthest I got was falling to the floor before I was immediately captured again.

I screamed.

I couldn’t recall anyof thelessons Marko gave me, however minimal. I was failing him right now.

I was failing myself.

I kept struggling.

“What is going on?” My voice cracked as my voice was used up. Gone.

“It’s alright now. We are going to make sure you’re safe, omega.”

“Safe? I’m–” I looked around. “Liam? Demetri!”

I couldn’t help it as I screamed,being led— pulled and carried— down the stairs to where I saw the Prestford pack alpha talking with officers. His hair was swept back from his face, still in his dark shirt I remember from earlier.

The entire pack was there, and Cal was straining out of someone’s arms as he tried to reach me. “Ells!”

“Cal!”

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