Page 183 of Omega for the Pack

“Your breakfast, ma’am,” said the beta maid shakily, handing my plate through a small slot between the bars. I lazily lay on the mattress, one hand on my swollen belly.

“My back hurts, and I can barely move,” I groaned, my hand moving to my lower back. “Could you please be a dear and bring in my food? Also, there’s a ton of dirty plates here, and I can’t stand the smell.”

I covered my nose weakly, pretending to retch, but nothing came out. The beta maid stood there uncertainly and then shook her head.

“Of course, I will pick those up right away,” she said. “I feel so bad they put a pregnant omega in these conditions.”

My stomach leaped excitedly as she unlocked the cell door using a large ring of keys. When the door swung open, I had to keep the look of jubilation off my face, still pretending to act weak for her to trust me. She slowly set the plate of food in front of me and then proceeded to walk over to the dirty plates in the corner of the cell. As soon as I saw her bending down to grab the plates, I gathered up my dress and made a dash for it.

“What are you doing?” she yelled.

I shut the cell door behind me. I didn’t dare look back as I ran up the stairs. My legs felt weak, but this was for my life. My legs burned with every step on these dreadful stairs.

This was my last chance.

My heart pounded hard in my chest as I reached the top step. I heard the cell door squeak open as she chased after me. She grabbed my ankle somehow.

“Please,” I begged quietly. “They’ll kill me.”

She blinked and then opened her mouth to scream. I kicked her hard in the face, and she fell backward, knocked out cold on the ground. That bitch was going to let me die anyway.

My legs pumped under me as I dashed through the hallways and out the back door to the terrace. The sun hit me in the faceas I ran towards the graveyard. I knew there was a way out of this compound through there. It was early in the morning, with the sun nearly blinding me. I hadn’t seen the sun in days.

I couldn’t believe I was finally outside.

I took a breath of fresh air as I ran wildly past the trees and the graveyard. I heard bells ringing behind me and shouts in the air.

The Royal Pack knew I escaped. There were guards perched everywhere who could have seen me running across the fields.

I could barely catch my breath as I ran faster out of the compound.

As I ran into the streets, people were giving me odd looks here and there. I had no idea where I was going, but I knew I had to leave Howl’s Edge now. I couldn’t stay here any longer.

I kept running and stopped when I felt a stitch at my side. I looked around and saw the palace guards from afar scanning the area for me, guns out. I ran behind one of the luxury diamond stores, shutting my eyes and just praying they wouldn’t think to look over here.

Supply planes left every Tuesday, and my brain whirled with plans to escape Howl’s Edge for good.

One

VANESSA

Three Years Later

“Damn,” I muttered as I drove around the parking lot, trying to find a spot. The little strip club barely had parking, and the customers would park in our employee section. “Ugh, that’ll have to do.”

I was already late to work, and I knew my boss would freak out on me. He literally timed when I would come in to work next.

Stepping out of the car, I nearly tripped over a pothole, wearing my tall silver heels with straps around my ankles. I wore a sleek silver bodysuit paired with black high-waisted leggings. The bodysuit was backless with a plunging neckline, showing just enough cleavage. My hair was done in long pigtails which swung over my silver hoop earrings.

As I walked down the street, the smell of smog was overwhelming. Its thick, acrid scent burned the back of my throat and stung my eyes. Cars and buses honked their horns and roared past me. When I finally reached the establishment, I groaned, seeing that it was already full of human males inside, considering it was my night to dance. TheRed Light Loungewastoo small to host many customers, but the manager didn’t seem to mind the booming business since I started. A human male was no match for an omega’s charms.

I walked around to the back of the building.

“About time,” called Bruce.

He was standing outside the doors, waiting eagerly for me. He was the manager of the strip club. A tall, broad-shouldered man. He was in his late 40s, with salt-and-pepper hair, a thick mustache, and impeccably dressed in a tailored suit and tie.

He had found me lost and alone in the streets, taking me in like a lost puppy. When first arriving at the human lands, I was scared to death but soon found my way around it with Bruce’s help. He had taken me in until I could move out on my own, but in return, I’d work for him here. I didn’t mind the dancing, but I didn’t want to do this for the rest of my life.

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