Page 77 of Omega for the Pack

“Thanks,” I said sarcastically as I was forced to meet my new pack. I recognized the Delta bodyguard at the ball. He was standing next to Jatix. I couldn’t look at Jatix in the eyes as I approached them. I had no idea what he was thinking about me. He probably thought I was some pathetic omega unloved by her family.

Whichwaspartly true.

“Good job, daughter,” said my dad, who followed me. I knew he was ultimately waiting for his money. I watched as Jatix handed over a wad of cash to the auctioneer, who took a portion for himself and most of it to my dad.

“Any parting words for your daughter?” asked the auctioneer, looking between us.

“Actually, I do. Would you mind if I stole her for a minute?” my dad asked.

Yes, I mind! What the fuck did he want?

“Not at all,” said Jatix, pushing me with the small of my back towards my dad. “Say goodbye to your dad. You’ll have the rest of your life with me after today.”

He winked, and I rolled my eyes.

Reluctantly, I followed my dad toward the back of the building.

Once we were out of sight of everyone, he immediately wrapped his fingers around my throat. My eyes bugged in shock as I struggled to pull away. I opened my mouth to scream, but I couldn’t breathe as he blocked my airflow.

“If you dare tell anyone about how I treated you, I will hunt you down,” he threatened, spittle flying in my face. His angry little mustache was red in the sun. “I will personally kill you myself and avenge my wife.”

I was slowly losing oxygen, and my throat was constricted. My vision was swimming as I began to lose consciousness.

“Release her!” roared a male voice. I couldn’t see who it was. But within seconds, my father was pulled off me and pinned against his car. I wheezed, gasping in little breaths at a time. I put a hand to my throat, trying to massage the pain.

Jatix's arm flexed as he squeezed my father's throat. I have never seen his eyes glow such an electric purple. He was angry. The delta guard stood beside him, flexing his muscles, ready to finish the job.

“Stop, no,” I said, running towards Jatix, grabbing his forearm.

"I can kill him for you right here," Jatix spat. Then he released him, and my father fumbled with his keys to get in the car. Then he took off.

“Does he always treat you like this?” asked Jatix.

“No, not really. He's just sad I'm leaving,” I said.

I didn’t know why I was protecting my dad. I just wanted to leave quietly without any drama.

“That’s not how sad looks,” said Jatix.

"Disgusting," said the delta guard shaking his head and flexing his shoulders.

I didn’t say anything as we stood silently, listening to the auctioneer yell out numbers to the crowd for the next round of omegas. I watched my dad’s car zoom away and sighed in relief.

This would be the last time I'd ever see him.

Anyone was better than him.

"Are you okay?" asked Jatix, walking over to me and placing his fingers on my neck, and I flinched. He immediately pulled his fingers back. "He left purple marks on you. The bastard."

"It's okay," I said lightly, biting my lip. His jaw twitched with hidden anger. It was no big deal though, I was used to people getting angry at me. "Are you mad at me?"

"No darling," he said quickly. "I'm angry at your father. You don't deserve to be treated this way. Do you know that?"

"I know," I said, my voice small.

“Kind of odd meeting you here,” said Jatix. I looked up, determined to show that I was strong despite what he had just witnessed.

“It’s odd seeingyouhere,” I countered, trying to make him forget my moment of weakness. “How could you purchase omegas like they’re objects?”

---