Page 37 of Captive Omega

I already discovered a bathroom stocked with shower stuff and a spare toothbrush and toothpaste. The extras in the bag: a hairbrush, moisturizer, and other high end beauty products top up what was missing.

Whoever guessed at my size did a scarily good job. When I think of the dark-haired alpha I left staring up at me, I can’t help but wonder if he was the one doing the guessing.

Even the panties look the right size. I’m not sure if it’s something that should impress me, or if I should climb out of the nearest window and take my chances on the streets.

As I’m puzzling out what I feel, I spot the cell phone Vaughn mentioned alongside two white medicine boxes. I open the prenatal vitamins, check no one has tampered with the packaging, and take one with a bottle of water I find in the bag. The painkillers go in the trash. I don’t need anything that could interfere with my ability to protect myself.

With my baby’s needs taken care of, I pick through everything else Vaughn brought.

The cell phone is so new it doesn’t have Wi-Fi. I try to set it up, and it asks me if I want to mark this location as home.

Home?

“No, I do not,” I mutter as I abandon setting up the internet to scroll through the contact list instead. I find six names and numbers.

Vaughn

Garrison

Blaine

Frost

Roman

Lex

The first three names I know. But who the hell are Frost, Roman, and Lex?

Family? Colleagues? Pack?

More questions tempt me downstairs to find out.

I told myself when I woke this morning, I’d leave as soon as possible. Now I’m no longer in pain, I perch on the edge of the bed and think through my options.

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