Page 25 of Wild Omegas
He has people everywhere.
Which means he might have people watching the ranch. It wouldn’t be that big a leap to think I’d come here if he found the ranch connection. I barely know this man and it seems like he’s everywhere all the time around me. Like he knows everything about me so intimately.
The fire catching his safe house was a complete accident. Damienhasto know that. But he doesn’t care.
All he sees is an omega who burnt down his property right along with her own, and because of that, I should suffer.
Well, I am suffering. Because last night was probably the best night of my life—surely of the last several years—and now I wake up tothis.
“Is everything okay?” Brooks asks.
I affix as genuine a smile as I can manage and look up to him. “Yes, just a friend back in the city dealing with something.” I start making my way toward the kitchen so I can keep freaking out in private. “I’m going to handle it really quick. You guys stay, please.”
I grab an errant blanket and wrap it quickly around myself before making a quick exit into the kitchen. It’s not until I’m at the far end, standing before a window over-looking Wild Skies Ranch, that I have the strength to look at the string of phone calls again.
Three minutes apart. Ten missed calls.
There’s no way that’s a telemarketer. But I still can’t figure out how the hell Damien already found my new phone number unless…
Unless what? He paid off the phone company? I even changed companies, though.
He is everywhere.
Everywhere the morning after we decided to become a pack. What do I even do now?
Brooks has law enforcement connections but I’m not sure if that’d help or not. But it might be a solution. It’d also mean letting them all in on the full extent of my past.
All of it. Even the darkest parts I speak about to no one.
Pressure builds in my chest and throat until I’m convincedsomethingwill explode. I can’t breathe. I know I can’t run forever, but I was really hoping to make it longer than a few months.
I need to move. Need to put this frenetic energy intosomething. So I do what I’ve always done: get lost in cooking and baking.
I set about making breakfast for us all. Muffins, eggs, bacon, and fruit. I have it nearly all set out before my pack is summoned by the aroma of bacon.
“That smells divine,” Carson comments as he sits at the table.
Luke fetches a pot of coffee for us all to share. “You didn’t have to make breakfast.”
I smile and give a little shrug. “I did, though. Cooking and baking, it’s my love language.”
Luke pours us each a cup of coffee that we then go about fixing up our individual plates. As the alphas dig in, my phone goes off again. Several staccato vibrations.
I glance quickly at the screen. Texts from an unknown number.
Pick up, Josie.
Josie, I know you’re there.
Pick up the phone little omega.
ItisDamien.
My breath catches and I stare, mouth agape, because what the hell else am I supposed to do? The frenetic energy returns, focusing in my feet, telling me to run and hide.
But where is far enough? The West Coast? Another continent?
“Josie?” Luke asks.
