Page 519 of Omega for the Pack

“I know,” I said, chewing on a biscuit and reclining my chair. “They were the ones who sent me here in the first place.”

“True,” said Ian. “Sooner or later, they’d have had to put an end to the operation. Do you think Olivia will agree to be our omega?”

“She needs time, Ian,” I sighed. “She had gone through unspeakable hell. And I have every intention of finding out what happened to her and hunting down whoever hurt her.”

“The night we were arrested,” started Ian, and I sat up straighter in my chair. “Brett was in the middle of full-on knotting the poor girl.”

"Wished we could have ripped his fucking dick off," said Evan. "Before they dragged us away."

My breaths came out shallower, and my throat tightened.

“Did you say Brett? The blue-haired fucker?!” I asked, trying to keep my voice low but couldn’t.

“Yes,” Ian confirmed, and my head spun.

“He should have been killed before we got on this plane,” I gritted out, not realizing I had squished the biscuit into smithereens. “When we land, that will be our mission. To get revenge for our omega. We will kill the bastard no matter what it takes.”

“Yes, sir,” said Evan, his chest puffing with righteous anger.

I couldn’t believe Brett was that fucking evil. He wasn’t a friend or enemy of mine and mainly just lurked about.

He was a nobody to me.

Until tonight.

Just then, I heard Olivia cry out, and I immediately got off my chair, dropping all the crumbs onto the carpet. I rushed to the room and saw her beautiful form tossing and turning on top of the plush red comforter. Her left leg was exposed from her thin silk robe, and she was clutching her belly. Her eyes were closed, and tears were streaming down her face.

“Olivia,” I said gently, tapping her on the shoulder. She was deep in her sleep, writhing in pain. I’d never seen her so scared. “Olivia.”

She opened her eyes, and she was breathing rapidly like a caged animal. Staring at me with glazed, fearful eyes.

“Get away,” she muttered, her words incoherent.

“Baby, it’s me,” I said, my heart shattering at the fear in her eyes. I never wanted an omega to be afraid of me like this. Especially not her. “It’s Sergio, I would never hurt you.”

It took her a minute to slowly out of whatever nightmare she was having.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, her eyes widening.

“You were crying in your sleep,” I said, and she roughly wiped away her tears.

“Sorry,” she said.

“Don’t be. It’s okay,” I said, sad that the spunky Olivia was no longer there. Maybe one day she would return. But lately,it looked like she had lost her spirit and had become meek. Especially after what Brett did to her.

“Can…can you hold me while I sleep?” she asked in a small voice.

My chest swelled with pride. She was trusting me to hold her.

“Yes, baby, of course,” I said, settling in behind her on the bed. She leaned her back against me as I wrapped my arm around her waist. She pulled my arm up to her chest, hugging my arm tight around her. “Do you feel a little bit better now?”

“Much better,” she sighed softly.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, Liv,” I promised her. “Never again will anyone hurt you. I will find Brett and hunt him down until he’s dead.”

She didn’t reply.

Instead, I heard her quiet snores as she drifted off into sleep again. Her scent enveloped me as I hugged her. I didn’t mind laying with her in bed. I loved cuddling her at the OBC, and there was no way I was going to falter in my duties now. She needed me to protect her, and I was going to do it.

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