Page 88 of The Omega Archives: Part Three

I screamed louder. Or at least, I tried, but no more noise was coming out. Was I next? Maybe I wanted to be as Benjamin made his way over to me, growling in irritation, and didn’t hesitate this time before he yanked me to him roughly and bent me over the table.

He was saying something, yelling at someone, but my head was too fuzzy. My eyes were unable to even see his lips move before–

His teeth ripped into my shoulder.

My mouth opened, and at last, no sound came out. Nothing.

I thought that bonding was supposed to be a beautiful thing. But this? This didn’t feel beautiful.

It felt like a whole new pain encompassing my entire being.

Only it would never let go as it sunk deeper and deeper into me, infecting me like a sickness of his scent and presence rolling through me. Malice boiled in my veins and sweet satisfaction felt like acid.

“Now you are mine,” Benjamin said, teeth red with my blood. “Mine, Elena. Once and for all.”

But then, just as quickly as I thought I was about to die looking at Benjamin Davinson, an apt end perhaps as my body wanted to reject the bond even if it took the rest of me with it– He collapsed down to the ground.

If I thought the bonding hurt, the feeling that happened when it broke took me to my knees.

Everyone flooded all around me, pulling me into arms and rushing me away from the scene.

But I was gone.

I was gone from understanding. Gone from Benjamin Davinson once and for all in one uncertain swoop that I couldn’t make sense of. I was gone from the men I thought were my pack, unquestioning.

I was done. I was done fighting.

I just wanted to disappear.

I fell into the pain.

Into the feelings and shock of what had just happened.

Into the heat.

Chapter

Twenty-Seven

CAL

Icouldn’t comprehend everything that had happened within the past two hours. Everything happened so fast and it didn’t go to plan.

It didn’t go to plan at all.

But I held onto Ella, unsure if any of the alphas could handle it right now as we made our way far away from the Benjamin Davinson estate which looked more like a prison compound than a home.

I couldn’t believe that he thought it was suitable for an omega, for anyone, but especially Ella.

I held her tighter as he made tiny whimpering sounds, tears pooling down her cheeks. It didn’t appear she was exactly conscious, and with every tiny squeak, we all cringed and clenched our teeth, wishing to do anything that would make it stop.

She smelled delicious, even to me as we drove. The medics looked her over, and from what they could see, Ella was fine, albeit absolutely in heat. A shocked state of heat, but one that would surely fade.

They told us that we should take her home, though we’d have a lot of explaining and paperwork to fill out to make all of thisright. However, it had been clear that this was complicated, and getting Ella off the Omega Services hands would be a blessing to everyone. The one Omega Handler who managed to help us get into the building undetected for sure would appreciate our quiet cooperation, though she at least did seem concerned for Ella's safety, genuinely.

So, we were going to take her home. We needed to make her feel safe. Loved.

Then the real work of seeing how we could best help Ella and everything she had been through would begin. Like, my god. That kid, Lucas.

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