Page 11 of The Omega Archives: Part Three

“They wouldn’t…” And they were going to take me right back to where I was before all of this. I thought that my life had beenruined when I met Cal and finally came to terms that I was an omega.

Wasn’t that the biggest joke I’d ever heard now?

“They aren’t going to let me out to see them but I need to get out of here,” I said. “They are going to probably sell me off or–”

“Sell you? Okay, I will calm you down here. The Omega Services people are pains in the ass. As if the academy has strict rules, but they don’t sell you off. Force you to find an alpha perhaps, but they aren’t going to sell you off.”

“They will if…”

“If what, Ella?” Lidya asked.

I didn’t answer.

“There is more to this story still isn’t there.”

I nodded. “I… I had an alpha once. Sort of.”

“You're bonded?”

“Well, no.”

“Then you don’t have an alpha.”

“But what if they think I’m their omega? What if they thought that for a long, long time?”

Lidya stared at me, trying to piece this all together. “Is that how they found you with the Prestfords after so long of you at the university? You were hiding all that time, weren’t you? Oh, Ella.”

I took a deep breath.

“We’ll figure it out.”

“No,” I already was glancing towards the window. “I need to leave now. Tonight.”

Lidya’s face started to drop even further than it already had. “That isn’t possible. Seriously, I wish it was but…”

“Yes, it is. You’ll help me get out of here and then it’s basically a straight shot to the gate.” I only needed to figure out where I was then to get back to the city…

But then what?

What in the hell was I supposed to do now? With myself? With my life?

Would all of this ever end even if I ran?

“You forgot about the guards. And what they’ll do if they find you ran.”

“What would they do?”

“Well they’d definitely bring you back,” she said. “You know, for your safety and all so they say.”

“Is this a prison or something?”

“Kind of.” Lidya’s lip quirked. “Like I said. The academy isn’t good or bad, but… They don’t think that omegas have a whole lot going on upstairs if you know what I mean, beyond basic instincts. At least not at this academy which is very… traditional. At least, from what I hear.”

“Traditional,” I repeated the word. Like omega housewives. Like what Benjamin Davinson always wanted from me. This just got better and better, didn’t it?

I put a hand to my clammy forehead.”

“How about this, when I'm able to contact my alphas I’ll make sure they reach out to your pack. Okay? I promise.”

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