Page 81 of The Omega Archives: Part Three

“Then choose one of them” I whispered right as the tightly laced Headmistress made her way up to the stage to welcome everyone to the official claiming ceremony of the academy. It was a grand and pivotal moment in an omega’s life as an alpha’s to proclaim that he was ready to claim his other half.

“You should just let me go.”

“No. I am going to win,” he snarled at me.

“You are a coward.”

The Headmistress chuckled as if she made some kind of joke.

I tried to take a deep breath, but it was hard to swallow.

All too quickly, she was recognizing alphas who declared they were ready to claim an omega this season. Some omegas were grinning ear to ear as they were publicly claimed by their alpha they were courting. No packs. One omega squealed with delight.

I waited for names I recognized like the male omega Lidya introduced me to, or even Isaac who I hadn’t seen since the last courting event when Benjamin and the rest of the Davinson I was sure, finally scared him off.

Eventually, all the names started to feel like they were melting together, the scene in front of me flurried as my heart rate spiked.

Sweat pricked at the back of my neck.

I almost didn’t even pay attention to the chattering around me as my heart pounded and my head raced with nonsense about what was going on and what had been happening.

I wasn’t supposed to be here. I should be at the library or with the Prestford Pack.

I shouldn’t be here.This wasn’t right.

But this was it.

This was about to be my life.

I was about to become Omega Davinson. I was going to be locked away. Would I ever see any of the city again? Would I ever have another chance to roller skate? Would I ever go to the library? Would I even ever be able to read again?

I couldn’t imagine Benjamin doing anything that would make me happy let alone have the tiniest bit of pleasure from life.

There would be no more sweet treats or wildly inappropriate amounts of pillows or blankets in my bed. I wasn’t even sure the Davinsons believed in the traditional old-fashioned nests just for an omega.

Not like the Prestfords did.

My nest, where they would hold and lavish me.

My nest.

I whimpered before I could fight back the sound.

But I was already being hauled to my feet. Was this it? Was Benjamin Davinson already called to the front of the room?

“Wh-”

My voice was cut off as a deep pain in my stomach rolled through me and nearly sent me falling over my own feet.

Chapter

Twenty-Four

CAL

The plan was stupid in my opinion. At least now I thought so.

In my opinion, we could’ve had Ella back weeks ago if we had just stolen her. We had enough money and I knew for a fact after snooping through Marko’s stuff that we had a secret safe house in the middle of nowhere to hide out in.

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