Page 7 of The Omega Archives: Part Two

My alpha demanded it. “I got you.”

“Marko?” Liam’s voice traveled in from the living room.

Demetri’s steps picked up down the steps as he saw what drew everyone into the entryway. “What is going on here?”

Liam’s brow furrowed though I wasn’t concerned with him right now. “What’s wrong with her?”

“Is that an omega?” snapped Demetri.

They were talking.

“She doesn’t seem like she’s in heat.”

I grit my teeth as I carried her farther into the house, trying to ignore them all as they pieced it together. Cal could fill them in. I had more pressing things to deal with right now and I couldn’t stop until I did. “She’s going through withdrawal. What room should I use to put her in?"

"Marko. Wait.”

“You can't keep her here. Who does she belong to?"

As my chest rumbled, everyone heard it that time, pausing with wide eyes at what was happening. Marko, the once feral alpha, holding a tiny omega.

She stiffened in my arms.

I clenched my teeth together, half a second away from baring them at my packmates. Challenging them. I would if I had to. “Where should I put her?”

Demetri shook his head, his voice even but all the more powerful compared to my own, reminding me of my place I didn’t want to break out of, but right now I’d do whatever I had to for…for…

I looked down at the omega.

Demetri turned to Cal. Good. “What is she doing here?”

“Does it matter?” Liam asked from where he hadn’t moved from the living room archway, though I couldn’t help but notice how his eyes trailed back to the omega too, over and over again.

“It’s Ella. My beta– The beta I was going out with,” Cal tried to explain. “We were out and then...”

Then she wasn’t a beta anymore. Slowly, everyone seemed to catch on.

I headed towards the stairs, voices coming up around me as I carried her off. She needed somewhere comfortable to calm down. She needed water and to get out of this stupid dress she had on that couldn’t be comfortable. Where did her shoes go? Did she lose them while running away from the club? From me?

I took her to the guest room, nearest to my room. I knew the sheets were clean and unused and it had an ensuite bathroom if she needed it, though to be honest she looked more pale than green. That worried me more than anything.

It would be one thing if we could get all the drugs out of her body was coursing with, but that didn’t seem to be an option.

Carefully, I laid her down on top of the blankets, working to pull them down.

Before I could tuck her in, she cuddled up with the folded-over blankets. Her face pinched as she sighed.

Her voice was so quiet, softer than a whisper as all that fire and energy seeped out of her. “Please, don’t tell anyone. I can’t let anyone know. They'll know, they'll know, they'll know...”

“I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. You’re going to have more than a few questions to answer though,” I said.

Ella burrowed further down into the pillows, away from me even though I could see it pained her to do so.

An uncomfortable shiver wracked her frame.

My face pinched as I watched her, imagining just how much pain her body must’ve already put her through before now. Why she must’ve been doing whatever it was she had been… for seven years.

Another bead of sweat pooled on the back of my neck as I remembered a time when my body convulsed like that when I whimpered like a child just like that and I almost didn’t want anyone to help me at all.

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