Page 48 of Capturing Their Omega

There is still the issue of finding where my Omega is, but that can be easily rectified now that I know her identity.

“What’s her name?” I ask.

“Cassie,” Leila provides.

Cassie.

A beautiful name for a beautiful Omega.

I can’t wait to call her name.

To moan out her name.

I want Cassie to call out my name. The thought of her name has me burning up.

I am so lost in my thoughts of Cassie that I ignore Leila’s attempt to rile me up.

They are all watching me as I shake myself out of my daydream.

I stretch out my hands to shake Mr. Kaye. “You don’t have to bother looking for her. Leave that to me,” I tell him.

“Don’t you dare shake his hand, Augustus!” Mrs. Kaye screeches.

Mr. Kaye ignores her. “Let’s see how it plays out.” He shakes my hand.

Mrs. Kaye doesn’t take this lightly. She flares up, voice rough from all the shouting she has been doing “Are you insane Augustus? You are going to let that wretched illegitimate child marry him? You’re going to just let that happen? You accept that little bitch as your daughter?” She is hitting him on his back as she speaks.

Mr. Kaye just stands there, head bowed, large shoulders hunched, and arms folded silently, taking it all.

Leila is in the corner now, head buried in her hands. I momentarily feel pity for her. She is a decent person and a powerful Omega. She just has crappy parents.

I walk out of the room with Mrs. Kaye’s voice echoing in my ears. She keeps screaming at the top of her lungs as I step outside.

It is somewhat comical, if a little terrible.

I am walking to my car when a text from Henry comes in.

“We found out the girl’s name. It’s Cassie Munt.”

But she is a Kaye. She is really Cassie Kaye.

More messages come in from Henry. They are pictures of Cassie standing outside an apartment building. She looks like she’s waiting for the door to open.

So, that’s where she is.

I’m going to have to seek her out. We have things to talk about.

Chapter Fifteen

Eric

Freshly out the shower in the morning, I pad down to the kitchen to get water from the fridge.I need to go get breakfast and then grab some food for Cassie, too. This has become our new routine.

Jeremiah is in the kitchen cooking. I yawn and greet him as I pour myself a glass of water. Jeremiah mumbles a greeting back and focuses on the meal.

I look closely at Jeremiah. He looks more tired and stressed than I am. His face is pinched and ashen. The whole experience has been more draining for him even though I have been the one taking care of Cassie.

It’s been a few days since Cassie showed up at our door. It has not been easy dealing with the change. Everything has moved so fast. She has been sick and in need of special care. She is no longer the Cassie I used to know. She almost seems like a stranger to me now.

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