Page 231 of Omega for the Pack

“It’s Queen to you,” she replied sharply, straightening her stupid hat.God, I hated this bitch more than my own evil aunt. How could she sit there and allow a mother to be separated from her child? She was a narcissist like the rest of the Royal Pack. I briefly wondered how the princess turned out living in the wild with her mountain pack.

“My queen,” I said again, trying not to grovel, but I didn’t have much of a choice. The guards weren’t around, and I didn’t need her panicking. If she started yelling and screaming, my time with Gabe would be over instantly. “Before you call anyone, please let me have a moment with my son. How would you feel if you could hold your son for a moment, then have him taken away?”

There. I said it. I had to use everything in my power at this moment.

A flicker of a shadow passed through her eyes. Her dark memories of her miscarriage evident on her face. Her failure to produce more children for the Royal Pack causing her alphas to seek a second omega.

She pursed her lips. “I’ll give you a few minutes with your child. Then I don’t want to see you again. Ever.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, I kissed Gabe on the forehead. I watched warily from the side of my eye as Ophelia settled back in her chair, watching me closely.

“Were you chasing a little butterfly?” I cooed, and he excitedly pointed out the many roses on the ground.

Each moment was precious.

I took in his giggles and stories about his new toys back at the palace. Even though his sentences were choppy, as his mother, I knew exactly what he was trying to say. I sat him on my lap, sitting cross-legged on the grass. I didn’t want to ever let him go. I was tempted to take him and run.

I knew I could outrun Ophelia.

But when Ophelia came back, it only felt like a minute. My heart pounded in my chest.

“Alright, that’s enough,” she said.

“Okay,” I said, slowly getting up with Gabe in my arms in anticipation. I had to run through the thicket of palm trees. I knew I could do it. But with a toddler in my arms, it would be hard. “Thank you so much for allowing me to say hi.”

While I talked, I slowly backed off from her until I saw her eyes widen. Then I turned and ran, clutching him in my arms.

“Guards, guards!”

I heard her shouts as I ran out of there as quickly as possible without tripping over plants. I had to get out of here.

Heavy footsteps chased me from behind.

I was getting out of breath from carrying Gabe and also recovering from my heat. My body wasn’t ready. All the adrenaline in my body was failing me.

My body was weak.

I was too slow.

“Stop right there, lady,” shouted a guard, and I could hear the sound of a pistol click.

I stopped in my tracks. I didn’t dare risk my life or Gabe’s. If they had to kill me for their prince, they wouldn’t hesitate. If they got rid of me, Gabe would have no one who truly loved him.

I slowly turned, holding Gabe tight in my arms. Three delta guards surrounded us, pistols drawn. I covered Gabe’s eyes. Delta guards were the angriest and the fiercest at the Royal Palace.

Trained to protect at any cost.

“I’m not moving,” I said loudly, not daring to move an inch.

“Release the prince,” shouted one of the guards. Their faces were covered with a metal helmet that came to their chin with a red stripe on top of it to show that they were Deltas.

I slowly knelt and set Gabe on the floor.

He was crying as soon as I stood back up. I couldn’t do anything about it right now. Every move was crucial.

Anything I did right now could determine our future.

“What’s going on?” said King Armon, inserting himself into the drama. He took one look at Gabe crying, and he quickly signaled for one of the maids to take him.

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