Page 42 of Fallen Omega

A key scrapes in the lock, and I fist my hands, wishing I’d grabbed something as a weapon, and ready myself for a full charge.

The door hits me, knocking me backwards.

A gorgeous, edgy blonde amazon stands there. “It opens inward. Be a good little omega and get back on the bed.”

She holds a tray laden with bowls and some juice in her hands, and I take a step forward.

Her narrow-eyed look stops me in my tracks. “Kid, you can rush me, but there’s no way out. You’d have to get through three alphas who are mean as shit, and yes, that includes the one who marked you. If you manage to do the impossible, you’ll still have to get through Julien, my man.”

She steps in, uses her ass to slam the door shut, and nods at the bed.

There’s also a bag slung over her shoulder, and I dart my gaze around, looking for mine.

“Where’s my bag? My father’s hat?” The other things I hid are important but the hat…it’s priceless to me.

“Chill.” She nods to the bed again when I step forward. “Julien? Giant man who let you in? You’re small, no way you’d even get a step past him, so sit the fuck down.”

I do, resentment heating my skin.

She sets the tray down. Then the bag. She reaches in and throws me a hot water bottle. I hug it.

“I hear there’s a lot of pain associated with heat.”

I frown. “You’re not an omega? Are you an alpha?” To me, she’s the epitome of an alpha female, but she laughs.

“Gamma.”

“Oh.” I swallow.

Dad really never took me through the ins and outs of all of the hierarchy breakdown. I just know I’m an omega and that’s why we had to stay off grid.

“Oh, Jesus. Your face. You’re a fucking little babe in the woods.”

She pulls a small bottle of pills out. And she shakes out two. “We don’t have any O-blocker, but these’ll knock you out in about twenty minutes. So eat, get comfy and lie down.”

“Am I a prisoner?” I push the words through stiff lips.

She shrugs. “Kid, I don’t make the rules for the Unholy Trinity. That’s going to be Dante, Reaper, and your boy Knight.”

With that, she turns and starts for the door.

“I’m Lizette.” I don't know why I blurt it out, but when her sharp eyes pierce through me, I instantly regret the choice.

“We’re not bonding, okay? There are extra blankets in the closet.”

“I’m in Pandora’s Box?”

“You’re in the beating heart of the Unholy Trinity. Take your pills or not, I don’t care.”

“The Unholy Trinity?”

The blonde goddess rolls her eyes. “You’re not so innocent, really?”

A savage heat rushes my veins and I clutch the hot waterbottle with one hand and smooth my dress on my thigh with the other. “Of course I’ve heard of them.”

The woman folds her arms. I have vague flashes of her. Blurry photographs in my mind at the bar waiting tables. Touching my cheek, brushing my hair from my throat. And questions I know I answered but the words from both her and me are lost in a swirl.

She can be soft when she wants to.

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