Page 2 of The Omega Archives: Part Three

“What we are trying to say is though we already had an agreement in place to create a safe and stable environment for Elena and Benjamin together, we have a bit of a proposal. Think of this as an opportunity. You will want for nothing– either of you. This could be considered one of the best things that likely could happen,” said Mr. Davinson. “I can imagine it’s been hard being on your own, taking care of a young beta, Mr. Spangler, but an omega?”

He was right.

If I was an omega–and that was a big if–I couldn’t imagine what Peter would have to do. He would have to call Omega Services surely. Then, who knew what would happen?

Most omegas went to special omega schools if they could afford them. If not, the stories I had heard in the news of omega’s being forcibly claimed just walking out and about alone…

This was a dream.

How could it not be?

Mr. Davinson was right. This was the answer to all our prayers and hopes and hardship we’d gone through to pay for groceries let alone live life comfortably.

“Fine,” said Peter with a nod. “Only if she agrees.”

I did.

The Davinsons continued to smile.

But Peter wasn’t done just yet. “But with a few conditions.”

Chapter

One

ELLA

The light felt too bright. Again.

Why was every light in the world always so bright?

The more I forced my eyes to open against the onslaught of brightness, the more I realized a few things. They made my heart race. I was back in the sterile walls. I was back in the place where everyone was staring at me and asking questions–

I squinted my eyes, trying to look around but ended up squeezing them closed until the sounds stopped buzzing, and everything just… stopped.

I didn’t feel good and not in the way I hadn’t before I started living with the guys.

This felt different. I felt… wrong.

And it wasn’t only because I felt like someone stabbed a giant hole in my chest ever since I was pulled away from my pack and heard… I saw…

I swore I saw Benjamin.

He was right there. But now he wasn’t.

Did I imagine him?

Was he there at all? Or was it all just another nightmare?

I shivered.

“Elena. You need to listen closely and answer the questions being asked,” a female voice insisted softly, and not for the first time. “You have been in and out of consciousness for a few hours so you might feel a little groggy, but–”

“Where’s my pack?” I asked immediately. This wasn’t right.

None of this was right and my body ached. My omega keened inside of me for something.

For Prestford Pack.

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