Page 58 of Omega Shattered
"We want her back," I demanded. "We've discussed it, and we're ready to bond her."
Laura chuckled. "I'm afraid it's not that simple. The high security heat dens are a separate entity. They're not connected to ORC, so they're not designed to release omegas back to us."
"I don't care, find a way to get our omega back!"
She leaned forward, elbows on the desk. "River James, that omega is gone and quite frankly, good riddance. She couldn't even entice you to bite her, which means she's a pathetic omega. Not the sort you want in your pack. Now, I have three excellent candidates to show you this morning. Why don't you go with my guards to the encounters lounge and they'll bring all three. You can choose any woman you like and I'll take care of the paperwork."
"You don't understand." Orion stood up, looming over the female alpha. "She's our scentmatch."
Laura burst out laughing. "Oh, I highly doubt that. Who could resist their scentmatch? No one. Also, it's extremely rare to find your scentmatch, so most people never find one. If this omega was your scentmatch, you would never have left her."
"It's true," Kade spoke up. "We were waiting for River to get his shit together."
"Well, I'm sorry, but it's too late now. Guard? Could you please take this pack to the encounters lounge? I'll call down to let them know which omegas to bring in."
"Can you just tell us where Quinn is? We'll do the negotiating with the heat den ourselves," I offered.
Laura shook her head. "That would be highly unethical, James. Are you sure you want to continue on here if you're this upset?"
I stared at the woman and then gave a shake of my head. "No, actually. I resign."
"Very well. I'll have the paperwork sent to your home for signing." She smiled at me. "I do hope you'll be available for our tough cases, as an external contractor."
I ignored that last bit and spun on my heel, following the guard out of the room.
"We're not really picking another omega, are we?" Archer sounded worried. "I only want Quinn."
"Of course not," I snapped. "But I do want to talk to them."
We kept walking through the winding hallways until we ended up in a very nice room with sofas and a whole breakfast bar set up along one side.
A pretty beta woman met us there with a smile, "James Pack? I was informed that you're here to meet some of our most eligible omegas, welcome. Can I get you a coffee while we wait for the first one?"
"Sure," I smiled back, not wanting to cause issues before we'd even started.
A few minutes later, we were all comfortably seated with coffee in hand when the beta escorted a tiny omega into the room.
She was smaller than Quinn, with big blue eyes that stayed fixed on the ground as she moved to stand in front of us. "Hello, I'm Anna. I'm 21 years old and my reassignment was due to my pack leader dying." She clasped her hands in front of her and waited meekly.
I smiled at the beta. "Would you mind if we spoke to Anna alone? She might be more comfortable."
"I'll be right over here." She hurried away to her desk across the room.
"Have a seat, Anna, we just want to talk to you," I said.
She nervously perched on the edge of the seat, keeping her eyes down.
Archer moved to sit next to her, and she flinched. What the hell were they doing to the omegas in this place?
"Here's the deal," Archer said. "We're not actually looking for an omega."
She jerked her head up to stare at him. "You're not?"
"Well, we are, but we want a specific one, our scentmatch. You heard about the omega who ran away a week ago?"
Anna nodded. "Quinn."
"Right. Well, we met her, and we helped her through her heat. She's our scentmatch, but things got messed up and they brought her back here." He threw me an angry look. "They've taken her to some secret heat den, and we're hoping you might know something about it."
