Page 551 of Omega for the Pack

OLIVIA

Days later, I woke up for the first time without nightmares.

Opening my eyes, my hand automatically went to my belly, imagining the growing baby inside of me.

The therapy sessions seemed to be helping, in addition to going out on lunches and dinners with Sergio, Ian, and Evan. During yesterday’s group therapy session, I broke down discussing my fears and telling them I was pregnant.

Everyone congratulated me despite not knowing who the father was. I was freaking out about being pregnant every day since I officially found out. But every morning, it had gotten easier to accept that I’d love the baby despite who his father was. Sometimes, I would envision myself with Sergio’s pack and our child running around the house. The image would stay with me at night until I was comfortable with the idea and even excited.

Today I was planning to visit a museum with Sergio, Ian and Evan.

I was excited to go, and I had carefully picked out my outfit last night after my therapy session. Every day, my life was slowly repairing itself, and I knew one day I’d have to fix my relationship with Lacy.

After showering and brushing my teeth, I took my time getting ready in a cute dress that I would spend the day in around the island with my pack.

My pack.

I smiled, liking the sound of that as I applied makeup. Hearing a knock at the door, I went to open it, and my mom stood there while clutching a romance book in her hand with rollers in her hair.

“Yes, Mom?”

“Aww, you so look cute,” she said. “There’s someone in the living room for you.”

Wondering if my alphas had come for me already, I headed down the stairs and into the living room. Upon seeing who it was, my blood ran cold.

It was Brett sitting there like he owned the place. He sat on the couch, knees spread, trying to show his dominance.

“What are you doing here?” I asked sharply, feeling my heart beat a mile a minute. This was a shock to me, and I wasn’t prepared to see him there. I thought he had been killed or gone to prison with the rest of the alpha handlers.

I stood there petrified.

“I just want to talk to you,” he said, smiling. The familiar evil smile that made my stomach hurt, knowing what was coming. He knew I was scared, and I needed to take him out of the house before he hurt my mother.

“Who’s that?” my mom asked.

“No one, just an old friend,” I said hastily, trying to control my breathing. “We can talk outside.”

Brett smiled as if he had won, and he opened the door for me as we walked outside.

“I came to make you a proposal,” he said, sniffing the air strongly for my scent.

“You don’t scare me anymore,” I said loudly, trying to force some bravery to scare him off. Deep down, I was trembling like a leaf, forgetting everything I learned in therapy.

My legs were like jello, and I was the scared omega I was back at the OBC.

“You’re going to be my omega,” he said. “It looks like alphas haven’t scooped you up yet. Would you like to be my omega? I miss you, Button.”

“No thanks,” I said quickly. “I’m taken already.”

“But they haven’t marked you yet,” he said, touching my neck and I cringed. He noticed my look of disgust. “Why are you acting like this?”

“You know why,” I hissed. “You raped me.”

“That’s an exaggeration,” he said, coming closer to me. “You enjoyed every second of it. I can still remember your moans. Come with me.”

“I’m not yours!” I shouted, backing away from him.

But he quickly scooped me up, and I screamed as I punched him in the back. I kicked as hard as I could while panic streamed through every nerve of my body. I heard him grunt in pain as he quickly shoved me into the backseat of his car and shut the door.

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