Page 77 of The Wronged Omega

“How have you been?” She had been gone since this morning, and although Cy had been on the property, I hadn’t seen her yet.

Again, I shrugged, having forgotten to grab a notebook. I should start working on one handed sign language, but who had the time?

“I heard you laid into Gerard.” Oh good, she knew about that. “He deserved it. I read the note. I agree with everything you said, and you’re right, we would choose you. You’ve been far better to us than he has.”

I stopped and scoffed. The hell I have. I knew I was causing them pain, and it had only been chaos since I got here. First, I intruded, then we moved on to the silent treatment, finding out I’m their mate and missing an arm, the whole heat thing, and lots of other little things I’m forgetting. Not to mention right now where I was not letting them even get close to me on a normal basis.

How the fuck was I treating them better?

I tossed my hand in the air and looked at her like she was crazy.

“Even with everything that’s happened, it’s still better. I know you know a little about how we grew up, but trust me. I’d choose this over reliving that. At least you communicate. I don’t have to dig into what you say. You just say it, and that’s that. I don’t have to worry about what’s going on in your head. If I ask, you tell me, but more often than not, I don’t have to ask. Sometimes I also just know.” I assumed that had to do with being mated and whatever bond thingy was between us now. I wished I could see inside her head and get a better read on the situation, but that was apparently asking too much.

I rubbed my hand down my face and stomped my foot before flying into half-assed signing that barely made sense to me.

“I didn’t catch any of that, but your facial expressions were enough. I know you don’t believe me. I wouldn’t believe me either, but I’m telling the truth. Remember when you said you knew you could trust me? I need you to tap into that.” I cocked my head and rolled my eyes.

“We’ll work on it. I want that trust back.”

I sighed, feeling the truth in those words at the very least. I also wanted to find it again, but I didn’t know when I would.

We started walking again and eventually made it outside to where Cy was waiting with a few other people, who I was told were part of their old team. They all worked well together, so it made sense that they’d get the band back together.

“Mine! Lovely to see you today,” Sloane called out. He was another Alpha, but he seemed different. Maybe that was because he was outgoing where the other two I’d met were recluses.

I waved at him and their other teammates who were a Beta and an Omega. Leona, the Beta, and Iker, the Omega, helped with stealth work alongside Odie. Sloane helped Cy with tech and weapons. Of course, they were all trained to kill and take down as many people as possible and all that, but I found the split interesting.

“Come to say goodbye?” That sounded so final coming from Cy’s lips, but I nodded and went to her.

I repeated the motions from before, letting her place a soft kiss on my lips, then I moved to Odie, and she did the same. In no time, they were all piling into an SUV and driving off to do who knew what to get back Ellie.

It was time she was brought home, but what condition would she be in?

Chapter 38

Ellie

My head throbbed as I lay on the bed, the covers surrounding me like a cocoon. The entire week had been a blur, and I was only guessing it had been about that long. I had lost track of the rise and fall of the sun.

Odie always told me to keep track as best I could, but some days, I didn’t see the sun shining through the window. With the drugs they kept shoving into me, I wasn’t confident of anything.

At least they numbed me so I barely felt anything, and I remembered very little. Flashes came and went, but they were more emotion—fear and disgust—than true memories.

I curled into myself and buried my face in the pillow, thankful to have this time to myself. Lucinda refused to sell me, and that seemed like a big fuck you to my dad, but I didn’t know why. Instead, I was used by her men to let off steam. The only rule I knew of was to do no permanent damage. Apparently, she didn’t consider mental trauma to be permanent.

She also started the damage, not by dragging me into this world, but by drugging me over the years with some form of… she didn’t give them a name. She barely mentioned it at all, but at least now I knew why my heats hadn’t kicked in and why I couldn’t control my pheromones. Whatever she had been sneaking into my system stunted me, and I had no idea if the effects would ever wear off. Not that any of this mattered at the moment. If I didn’t make it out of here, caring about it would be a waste of time.

Sleep had taken me under many times, but I never stayed there long. I didn’t remember any of my dreams, but I always woke up frantic and sweaty. There was no true reprieve for me here.

I knew Odie and the others were looking for me. I had no doubt about it, but they were taking so long. How was I supposed to survive this? The damage had already been done.

At times, I hoped they’d force a heat. That way I could fall into it, but thinking about enjoying any part of this made me nauseous.

They kept me fed and hydrated, so that was something. I had access to all the best products and spent a lot of time in the shower.

There wasn’t a tub or anything that I could use to harm myself in any way though. I wasn’t quite there, but I understood why Lucinda had this place set up in a certain way. Besides, I was always monitored. They didn’t say as much, but they also didn’t hide the security cameras around the room very well. They were everywhere, so I was always cautious of what I did and the angles they would pick up.

Even in the shower, I wrapped myself in a towel, refusing to give them more of a show than I had to. The clothing they gave me was miniscule. It covered enough that I wasn’t walking around nude the entire time, but near see-through crop tops and lacy underwear weren’t exactly hiding me away.

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