Page 29 of The Omega Archives: Part Three

“Yes. Please, don’t doddle. It took far too long to find you about this.”

“Who is it?”

“Someone you know well, it seems.”

Was it someone from my pack? Was Demetri or Cal or Marko or Liam?

“Someone from home I believe.”

My stomach turned at this new unknown. It couldn’t be… was it Peter?

No. Of course not. He was dead. Gone. I saw that. Then who would it be?

Pushing open the door, HeadMistress Oliverti ushered me through before I could properly take in my surroundings. I barely noticed the lavish furnishings or the floral wallpaper. And once I was inside I didn’t want to.

There, sitting on the couch was a man with stark white-blond hair and eyes that looked like emeralds.

My heart stopped.

In front of me was only one person, but it didn’t matter.

It was Benjamin Davinson, and he was grinning.

Chapter

Eleven

ELLA

He looked just like he did in my nightmares. From that other night when I swore I saw him. Blond hair and light green eyes.

He looked poisonous– how he stood out so perfectly. He was the picture of clean decorum and if anything the past few years only made his features sharper and more assertive of a presence than his father even was.

A snake.

“Come. Sit, omega.”

I turned back towards the door. They were leaving me here? Alone? With him?

“Omega,” said Ben, his voice dipping low. “Sit.”

I had never been barked at before. At least, not like that. I could hardly control myself as I was forced to sit in the nearest chair. I barely made it into the seat, balancing myself before I could tumble onto the rug.

“When we found you, well… to say that we were shocked you were alive let alone debasing yourself with a pack… that would be an understatement,” said Ben. “But then we got the news that not only were you found more or less safely but still intact. Gosh, you saved yourself just for me still, didn’t you.”

“I didn’t save anything for you.”

He smiled wider. “You even saved that sharp tongue, I see.”

“Why are you here?” I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper. The memories flooded back, the fear and pain he had caused me still lingering like a shadow in my mind. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to get as far away from him as possible. But I was frozen in place, held captive by his piercing gaze and the weight of his presence.

Benjamin leaned back, crossing one leg over the other with a casual grace that only added to my unease. “I’m here to offer you a chance to come back where you belong, Elena,” he said smoothly, his tone almost mocking. “Your place is with your family, with us.”

My fists clenched tightly in my lap as I fought to control my rising emotions. “I have no family with you,” I spat out, the words tasting bitter. “You’re not my family. You’re monsters.”

His smile never wavered, but there was a dangerous edge to it.

There always was.

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