Page 5 of The Omega Archives: Part Three

“I was getting healthy again.”

“Now you will have all the resources to make sure of it,” said Jessica. “It was also noted in your chart here that you likely have a heat coming up within the next month or two.”

That was at least better than I thought.

“However, it was also noted by your vitals that there was a likelihood that you’ve been skipping heats, correct?”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I rolled my eyes.

“With that in mind, heats are very unpredictable. It could come at any moment until your body regulates,” Jessica continued to explain.

Never mind. My body is out to get me again.Great.

“With this in mind, we will want to make sure you understand what is happening as well and start you with the courting process.”

“No.”

“Omega.”

“My name is Ella and I’m not going to let you sell me to some random alpha,” I snapped at her.

Her face dropped from its smile. Hesitancy showed there first, then something that looked a little more angry. Maybe it wasn’t my best choice to make the person sitting in front of me mad, but then again, I didn’t have much else going for me right now. And if I wasn’t going to get back to Prestford pack then… What was the point?

Everything was being taken away from me. My childhood. My life. My job. My friends.

Everything.

Didn’t they understand that? Didn’t anyone?

“We don’t sell our omegas,” Jessica said, voice low.

“Right. You just pawn them off to someone who has a lot of money and likely makes a small contribution to your specific omega funds wherever you are based so that now and in thefuture they have a preference for whenever your omegas need someone new to court or go into heat. Am I correct?”

She blinked a few times. I was. I knew I was even if she spun it around and wrapped it into a pretty bow. All the things they did for omegas to tell them that they were special and safe were tainted.

And now… now I was stuck between it all.

“Before you start to shut down and shut everyone out, how about I lay out your options for you,” Jessica said. This time her voice remained steady. It wasn’t unkind, but she put her clipboard down, looking me in the eye. “You either resist right now and what will happen is that you will be sedated again and we will try this conversation perhaps one or two more times before they decide that you need to be put into treatment for the trauma that has likely occurred to you through the years for which I am very sorry. You will be stuck in a place like this, alone and medicated for your heat coming up whether you want it to or not.”

I raised my eyebrows.

“Or, you answer a few of my questions, convince me you aren’t a risk to yourself and be transferred.”

I stared at her, unsure what she was trying. “Transferred where?”

A different country? A prison? A psychiatric institute?

My heart pounded in my chest.

“Omega Academy.”

What? Out of all the things I thought I was going to hear, that wasn’t it.

I stammered. “I thought you had to pay for that.”

“It’s been arranged for you due to the circumstances. So, what will it be? Will you behave and go to school and do what you need to do to live a good life and maybe find yourself a decent alpha that is your choice.”

“My choice?”

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