Page 10 of Storm
The corner of Jonathan's mouth lifts in a cold smile.
Memories flood back—the underground fight club, Rook's bloodied face, Reed's calculating gaze. These weren't just random alphas. They're the new management. The ones who now control every aspect of my life for the next four years.
"Let. Me. Go." I emphasize each word, refusing to show the panic rising inside me.
Jonathan's grip remains firm, his eyes never leaving mine. "And where exactly are you planning to go at this hour, Little… Omega?"
The way he says "omega" sends a chill down my spine. He knows. Of course, he knows—he runs the place now.
I'm hit with the realization that my escape plan is shattered. Not only caught, but by Jonathan-fucking-Kingsley. Of all the alphas in the world, it had to be him.
"That's none of your business," I snap, still struggling against his grip.
"Actually," he says, his voice deceptively soft, "everything about you is my business now. You belong to me."
My heart hammers against my ribs as I stare up at him. The moonlight casts harsh shadows across his face, making those green eyes gleam like something feral. I can smell his scent getting stronger, that smoky cedar and black pepper wrapping around me like invisible bonds.
"I don't belong to you," I hiss through clenched teeth.
Jonathan's smile is slow and predatory. "No?” He pauses before continuing. “The state says otherwise. Every omega in this house is under my care and protection." He leans closer, his breath warm against my face. "Including you,Storm."
The realization that he knows my name sends a shiver of fear and desire down my spine, making my breath catch and my heart race.
His lips curve into something that's not quite a smile. "Let me guess, you were off to find Rook Holloway, I assume?"
“So, what if I was.” I shove at his shoulder, but he doesn’t budge. That’s when I notice that he’s wearing a suit. Bent down in the dirt as he holds my jean covered legs. I can feel the heat from his hands through the material.
Where did he come from? No one’s ever out here at night. I look around the gardens and it’s empty beside us.
“Bet you’re wondering how I found you.” He tilts his head to the side and studies me.
"I know everything that happens in the Omega House, Storm. There are cameras everywhere.”
“Everywhere?” I haven’t seen any fucking cameras. But then… I didn’t even think to look for them.
Jonathan's lips twist into a smirk. "Not in your bathroom, if that's what you're worried about." His eyes travel over my face in a way that makes my skin heat. "Though I do know about the heat suppressants you've been hoarding under your pillow."
My body freezes beneath him. He's been watching me? It makes me feel exposed in a way that has nothing to do with his body pressing mine into the dirt.
“Get off me, you asshole.”
“But don’t you want to know where Rook is? I know for a fact he isn’t waiting behind that wall and he isn’t with Mrs. Jennings anymore.”
My heart hammers against my ribs. Rook isn’t living with Mrs. Jennings, our foster carer? Where the hell would he have gone? Not the address he gave me. He said four years on Choosing Day. The revelation makes me stop fighting for a moment, and Jonathan's grip on me loosens slightly, though he doesn't let go.
"Where is he?" I demand, my voice cracking with a desperation I hate showing. "Tell me where Rook is."
Jonathan studies me, his expression unreadable in the moonlight. The smoky cedar of his scent shifts slightly, taking on a sharper note that makes my omega instincts prickle with warning.
"Fighting in The Pit now. Making quite a name for himself these past few weeks." His thumb brushes absently against my ankle where he still holds me, the casual touch sending unwanted shivers up my spine.
The Pit. Rook wouldn’t. He promised.
"You're lying," I whisper.
Jonathan's eyes glitter. "Am I? You've been locked away here for what—three weeks? A lot can change in that time."
I renew my struggle, twisting beneath him.
