Page 550 of Omega for the Pack

“Why don’t you all start by introducing yourselves?” the therapist said as I sat in the circle of chairs.

I had gotten the information about this facility during dinner with my mom, to which she was super excited about me going. The therapist was a tall omega who displayed the mark of the claw proudly on her shoulder as she sat amongst us in the circle. Her long brown hair was tied into a ponytail, and she looked at each of us with kind eyes.

“My goal is to make sure you are comfortable telling your story. And the more you talk about it, the better you’ll feel when it no longer has control over you to stay silent.”

I sat there listening to the omegas’ stories as they each talked about being sold at the auction years ago or having been violated by an alpha family member. When I heard the mention of an omega breeding camp, I quickly looked up and was shocked to see Reyna sitting there.

“I really don’t want to talk about it, but I need to heal to have a normal life,” said Reyna. “When I was just a teen, I hired a bodyguard because my family was psychotic. All they could talk about was making sure I’d sell for a nice price at the auctions.”

She paused, looking down with her lips trembling. My heart went out to her, knowing where this story was going since she eventually ended up at the OBC.

“You’re doing great,” said the therapist, smiling at her. “Don’t let it control you.”

“Instead of the auctions, they found a better deal,” said Reyna. “To sell me to Henry. The psychotic bastard who kept a bunch of omegas to make babies for him, so my uncle kidnapped me.”

I listened, as did all the other omegas, who were in shocked silence as she explained the brutality in detail. I remembered myself, night after night, waiting for the alphas to arrive and then wishing the time would go by faster while they took me. I didn’t realize my eyes were shut tight at the memories until the therapist called on me next.

“Olivia, what memories are you grappling with?” asked the therapist.

“Everything she’s saying about the OBC is true,” I gasped out, opening my eyes. The omega next to me handed a tissue to me. “Thank you.”

“What memories does it trigger in you?” asked the therapist.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I said, breathing hard as I stared at my sneakers.

“Remember, it’s the only way to heal.”

“I said I don’t want to talk,” I snapped, breathing hard. “Do you just want to hear about me getting raped over and over again by a sick alpha and his buddies? It’s the same story, just like the rest of these ladies.”

Surprisingly, saying it out loud shed the weight of its power over me. And I began to breathe a little easier despite the heavy weight on my chest.

“You have experienced a tremendous amount of pain,” said the therapist. “My goal is to help you, not attack you.”

I nodded silently, blowing my nose into the tissue.

“I think I’m done for now,” I said, getting up. I walked away from there, embarrassed to death of snapping at the therapist. I wish I hadn’t done that. When I got outside, I walked to my car, but before I could unlock the door, a voice stopped me.

“Olivia,” said a rough female’s voice.

I turned and saw that Reyna had followed me out here.

“Hey Reyna,” I said, my hand on the door handle. “It’s cool seeing you here.”

“Why don’t you come back and finish the session?” she asked. “Don’t be impatient.”

“I just embarrassed myself,” I said, shaking my head and squeezing the car keys. “I’m never going back there again.”

“You didn’t embarrass yourself,” she said. “I did the same thing at first.”

“You did?”

“I sure did,” she replied, smiling. I noticed she looked a lot cleaner and taken care of. Her teeth were whiter now, and she looked more distinguished in her black blazer with jeans. “I was a complete brat. You’re better than me, Olivia.”

I sighed and shoved my keys back into my purse. I had gone through the horror Reyna had, but she’d been suffering for far longer than myself.

“Alright,” I said. “I’ll give it one more try.”

Thirty-One

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