Page 20 of The Omega Archives: Part Two

My heart clenched at the possibility. I could not be taken away from here. I could not be handed over to some government agency and risk even more than what already has been done.

“Cal?”

There was silence for a moment. “I don’t know.”

He didn’t know...

I should’ve been fine with that answer, but it felt as if someone had punched me in the chest, sending all the air out of my lungs.

Well, I guess as if I hadn’t already made my decision, I had now.

I crept the rest of the way down the stairs towards the front door. The pack down the hall continued to argue with each other. Voices cascaded in various volumes and tones for no reason.

Because keeping me here wasn’t their decision.

It was mine.

I easily slipped outside. The house was so big, that no one heard me. No one even noticed.

Good. I wanted it that way.

I would not be kept.

I couldn’t be.

Chapter

Eight

LIAM

Irolled my eyes as I finally sat down on the couch with the rest of them constantly pacing like imbeciles. I leaned back into the cushions and wished they could swallow me whole. At least that would be better than having to listen to more of this conversation that wasn't going anywhere but around in circles.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Any of it.

And I didn’t want to say it, but having this happen was so typical of Cal.

The hair-brained beta was ours, mine. But damn, he is good at bringing messes to our doorstep. Not only that but rarely did he ever have to clean up afterwards. No matter how much he looked in pain over what was happening, it was nothing like the need of my alpha riding me to bolt up the stairs right now against every bit of good judgment I had.

My alpha wanted to growl and fight to attend to the omega holed up in our guest room, likely in pain and confusion. He screamed at me to protect and provide and whenever she got too close with her scent, so sweet and fruity and all out of whack.

I hadn’t felt that for anyone in years, not except for Cal. Now my trousers were tight and making it particularly hard to hide my hard-on for the gutter rat of an omega he'd been screwing around with.

My heart clenched at my insult.

How dare you say such a thing about our omega, my alpha chastised.

I clenched my jaw, biting into my cheek until I nearly bled.

She wasn’t our omega.

I barely even considered her a worthwhile beta when I first laid eyes on her the other day. Or the other day prior when I ran into her in the science building for my meeting that day without realizing it.

“We don’t need to have this discussion and make any decisions yet,” said Demetri, ever the problem solver of our group.

He was right, of course, but none of us seemed to quite be in the right state of mind to fully agree with him.

She was upstairs in our guest room right now.

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