Page 517 of Omega for the Pack

OLIVIA

With shaking legs, I climbed up the stairs and into the plane.

I had never been on a plane before, and the old version of me would’ve been excited. But the excitement was overshadowed by the misery I endured for three nights in a row. Everything felt like a dream as I walked inside with my filthy bare feet onto the pink plush carpeting. It was like a bed underneath my feet, and I felt some of my tension releasing.

I gasped when I saw how huge the plane was.

The entire lounge had white luxury chairs set in a circular pattern. As we walked towards it, we passed by individual private rooms with alpha-sized beds inside and vases filled with plants. The plane was filled with ambient lighting, which set a peaceful contrast to the night sky outside.

“Is it okay if I use the bathroom?” I asked the short flight attendant who was leading us to the lounge.

“Of course,” he said, straightening his blue vest. “Alphas, the lounge is to your right. I will escort this young lady to the bathroom.”

“We’ll be waiting for you right here,” said Sergio and I nodded. His eyes held compassion and pity that I couldn’t face yet.

I couldn’t talk to him about any of it at all.

“Okay,” I said, following the flight attendant further down the plane, and he opened the door with a flourish. It was a huge bathroom with enough space to fit ten people. There was a golden toilet, a huge tub in the middle, and a shower as well. “It’s huge.”

“It is,” he said proudly. “Enjoy, madam.”

I walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. The heated floors under my feet felt nice as I sat on the toilet. Everything still felt like a dream to me, and it felt like I was walking around on clouds. I still couldn’t believe I made it out of the OBC when it felt like I was never going to escape. But now that I was free, it felt like I was missing a part of my soul. It felt like my soul was torn in pieces, and I had no idea how to patch myself back up again.

After I finished using the toilet, I stood for a while, staring at the shower and standing outside the glass door. I felt so unclean after my time at the camp that it looked so appealing to me right now.

Peeling off my dirt-encrusted clothes, I stepped into the shower and closed the glass door.Were guests even allowed to use the shower?

I had to wash off every touch and every liquid that Brett had left on me. When the warm water hit my cold skin, I sighed with pleasure. The shower was everything I dreamt of. My stomach muscles squeezed painfully while I stood there under the water.

I was probably just hungry after days of being stuck at the camp, so I ignored the tight squeezing of my abdomen, which happened again when I grabbed the shampoo bottle. Lathering the shampoo in my hair, it felt so good doing normal tasks like this again. I massaged the shampoo into my scalp, feeling my tension decrease from being in fight or flight mode for days.

But when I closed my eyes, all I could see was Brett’s smirking face when he thrust into me one last time, and my stomach squeezed painfully again.

Breathing hard in a panic, I opened my eyes and quickly squeezed out the shampoo. I couldn’t let my mind go there. If I thought about everything that happened, I would surely lose my freaking mind.

Then I heard knocking on the door.

“Ma’am, we’re about to take off,” I heard the flight attendant say, and I hurriedly turned off the water after rinsing off.

I had never been on a plane before, and I had no idea that I wasn’t supposed to be in here until after we were in the air. Drying myself off with one of the neatly folded towels, I searched for something to wear in the mini-closet they had.

I had to wear either my soiled ripped clothing or a silk bathrobe covered in floral design. Picking the latter, I threw it on and tied the rope really tight so it wouldn’t fly open since I wore nothing underneath. I wish they had underwear, but I guess they assumed that the traveler would have their own outfits.

I had nothing on me at all. I had no money and no clothes.

The bathrobe flowed to my ankles, and my hair hung in wet curls around my shoulders. I rolled up my filthy clothes in a ball and stuffed it into the trash with satisfaction. Before leaving the bathroom, I grabbed a miniature bottle of lotion, and I was happy that the cramping in my belly had at least stopped for now.

When I joined the alphas in the lounge, they all looked up at me when I walked in hesitantly. I forgot how to act normal around them.

They weren’t out to get me.

I sank into one of the cushioned chairs between Ian and Sergio. The soft feel and fabric made it feel like I was sitting on clouds. It was amazing as I looked out the window.

The plane started to move, and I was nearly jolted off my chair. I instantly grabbed Ian’s hand during takeoff, and he squeezed my hand comfortingly until we were finally in the sky.

“Sorry,” I said bashfully. “I’ve never flown on a plane before.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” said Ian in the gentlest voice. “You can hold onto me whenever you need to or whenever you get scared. I don’t mind, Livvy.”

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