Page 3 of The Omega Archives: Part Three

The woman shook her head softly. “Those alphas are not your pack, sweetheart.”

Wrong, my omega wanted to snarl deep inside my chest as she writhed. It hurt almost as much as the light.

A few weeks ago I might’ve agreed with the woman. I would’ve told her that she was right. But then again, I would’ve also insisted that I was a beta who wasn’t a runaway living her life illegally among the rest of the world. I’d have told her they weren’t my pack and I wanted nothing to do with them.

But now, that wasn’t the case. Not at all. Prestford Pack was mine.

Mione.

I wanted to open my mouth and scream that they took me away from them.

What happened to Demetri or Cal or Liam or Marko?

All of them.

Where were they? Were they in trouble or did they… call me in once and for all? Hand me over to Omega Services as they told me they would…

No. They didn’t.

Not to mention this woman had no idea what she was talking about. It wasn’t just alphas that had me. My pack had three alphas. There are three wonderful, kind alphas and a beta who loved me just as much if not more.

These people took me. These people kidnapped me. They like everyone else in my life thought they could do whatever they pleased with me and told me I should be grateful.

Definitely not.

How dare they? How could they?

I didn’t understand.

“They may have led you to think that you are their omega, but they are not.”

“They’re not?” Maybe I wasn’t the confused one. This person was.

“Thank goodness. We found you in time.” A look of true relief showed on her face from the way she sighed to how her dark brown eyes crinkled in the corners as if trying to smile at me. “My name is Jessica. I’m a handler. Do you remember me telling you that before? Everything is going to be okay, but I need to know some things so that we can best take care of you now, Elena,” she said.

Oh no. “My name isn’t Elena.”

The female, Jessica, paused. Glancing down at her clipboard she probably was reading whatever documents with my name again. The one that I was born with but no longer was and would never be again.

“I’m not Elena.” I refused to be Elena Spangler.

I refused to be the girl whose own father sold her to an alpha when he realized before anyone else what I was destined to be. I refused to be the poor omega who so easily succumbed to the whims of the alpha because I believed they were better than I was– that I was less worthy of being treated well.

Because I knew that was wrong now.

“Okay,” Jessica dipped her head, making a note. She cleared her throat as if changing tactics suddenly, a stronger expression crossing over her face compared to the concerned mother hen vibe. “What’s your name then?”

I hesitated.

She waited patiently.

“My name is Ella,” I finally admitted.

Jessica smiled softly. That one seemed genuine. That might’ve confused me more than ever.

“Okay, Ella. It’s nice to meet you. How about this, do you have any questions for me?”

“Where am I?” I asked.

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