Page 23 of The Omega Archives: Part Two

I was already learning.

Our omega wasn’t any good at hiding.

Chapter

Nine

ELLA

Icontinued to try and turn on my dead cell phone, but nothing. It wouldn’t turn on.

I could only imagine just how many messages and calls Rita tried to get through to me. I’m surprised she didn’t call the police at this point. She did occasionally tend to overreact.

Oh god, what if she had called them?

I could barely concentrate on what I was doing since I left the Prestford pack house. My mind flew in all different directions as I focused on trying to get home. Not to mention I felt… fuzzy.

Maybe that was for the best. I couldn’t think too much. I needed to focus.

All that mattered was that somehow, I managed to get myself back to my apartment and into more suitable clothing than the sweats that smelled like the most delicious combination of alpha.

My stomach curled with pleasure as I took deep breaths of it.

Wait. No. No.

Absolutely not.

I quickly rushed the rest of the way, trying to hold my breath. I must've looked crazy, as I earned more than a few odd stares as I rushed up the street, blocks from campus.

The possibility that I was slowly progressing from wild to certifiably insane crossed my mind more than once as I ran away from the large, possibly safe mansion I found myself in to stare back into my hazy apartment's bathroom mirror lined with peeling paint after I pushed through the front door.

“Rita?” I called. There was still no answer.

The pills were still in my medicine cabinet. Nothing in the entire apartment was touched since I disappeared almost three days ago which surprised me more than it should’ve.

It looked like Rita hadn't even been home since she was supposed to have been today from her conference. That was something.

But I stared at my pills. But they weren’t just pills. They were never just pills. These pills, these suppressants, they were my life savers. My life purpose for the past seven years.

I vaguely remembered one of the alphas mumbling something about how no one used blockers in pill form anymore. They were rarely legally prescribed. I didn’t even know if they would work right now let alone if the pills I held in my hands did anything at all at this point.

But I still couldn’t believe that. I spent my money on them.

I spent nearly everything I had left on them a week ago.

They have to work.

Taking a deep breath, I downed the two pills dry. My body physically shivered at the choice.

I slammed the cabinet shut when there was a creak down the hallway.

“Hello?”

“Rita?” I quickly made my way back out of the bathroom and into the living room. Rita paused in the doorway as the apartment door shut behind her.

Her eyes widened at me. “Woah, girl. You must’ve had quite the weekend.”

“What?”

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