Page 5 of The Omega Archives: Part Two

"It's okay, omega,” I said.

“It was just suppressants and blockers,” she finally cried out, stopping my interrogation. “They were supposed to work. They keep me safe. They were supposed to keep me safe.”

Wait. “What?”

“Please don’t say anything. I’ll find better ones. I promise I will.” She started to beg, looking between Cal and me. At her pleas, I itched to slam her to my chest, my body already trying to pur.

I quickly shut it down and not only because I was startled I still could manage the response.

“Please.”

“Ella...” Cal whispered, everything starting to piece together.

“Please. You can’t tell anyone. I need to make sure I’m safe. I have to stay safe.”

My brow creased as I finally was able to pull out onto the road, making quick work of the lights. “What do you need to be safe from?”

“My person… couldn’t get me any more of the good pills. I had to trust… different one. They were supposed to work.”

“They didn’t.” I scoffed. Her scent said as much. The fact that she was paling enough to look like a corpse said another. “They probably sold you sugar pills wherever the hell you picked these up. What were you even on?”

“The suppressants.” Illegal ones, surely. “And blockers.”

I whipped my attention at her. “Blockers? Topical? Pills?”

She nodded. “Pills. Sometimes… both.”

Cal caught onto my sharp tone. “What is it, Marko?”

I shook my head, but the noises were back that I kept at bay for so long.

The begging. The pleading. The painful cries all around me including my own.

I wanted to scream.

I gripped the steering wheel tightly between my hands. “They discontinued prescribing the blockers in pill form three years ago. They were causing too many issues with the people taking them consistently,” I grit out each word. “They make low profile scent blockers in shampoos and body wash products now because of how harsh they were on bodies internally.”

“They were too expensive… not so often.” The omega hiccuped between her words, trying to explain though it was hard to understand her. “I’ll get more… better ones. Please, just let me go. I’ll be ok. Just let me go... let me go.”

“How long?” I asked. Like my last questions, I had to repeat myself one more time before she answered.

“Seven.”

“Seven months?” That was only a heat or two which means she put off if she was as new of an omega as I was beginning to think. Her heats probably hadn’t even self-regulated just yet. That wasn't bad. That was even okay for her to heal from.

She could get better.

But she shook her head.

Immediately at the horrified look on her face, I knew exactly how long the little omega must’ve been on that shit. Trying to breathe, I forced myself to focus on driving and keep my heart beating.

“Years,” I said, knowing.

Seven. Seven years.

I gripped the steering wheel harder. I wanted it to crunch in my grip but damn Demetri and buying high quality.

Cal seemed to be catching up a beat behind. He quickly climbed over the center console and into the passenger seat before I could stop him. He gathered the omega up in his arms, holding her. If anything, however, it only made her more upset.

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