Page 101 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
“The house—the house is gone,” I say, my voice falling to a whisper. “They came there looking for me and they?—”
Milo squeezes me closer to his body, reminding me of his presence. I sink into him, his soothing gunmetal scent giving me the courage to continue the conversation with my parents. They deserve to know what’s going on.
“They burned down the house,” I continue.
“What!” My mom cries out. “They—they burned the house down!”
“They—they did—” I say, my voice breaking.
“Are you safe?” Dad immediately asks.
“I—I’m safe.”
I can hear my mom sobbing in the background, and my heart shatters all over again.
We’ve all spent so long in that house, it was all I ever knew, and now it’s gone. The only thing we have left are our memories.
“Those Northside alphas promised me they’d keep you safe," he grunts. “They better keep their fucking promise.”
“They—they are Dad,” I say, glancing up at Milo.
His expression is soft and encouraging. It’s just what I need.
“It’s why I’m calling from Milo’s phone. He’s trying to track the people who’re threatening me and they’re getting me a new phone tonight. I just didn’t want you to text or call my old number and freak out when I didn’t answer.”
“There are people threatening you?” Dad growls. “Put whatever alpha that’s next to you on the phone.”
Milo and I are standing close enough together that I’m pretty sure he can hear what my dad is asking, even though I have his phone pressed against my ear.
He gives me a quick and jerky nod, though I don’t miss the nervous bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallows hard.
I put the phone on speaker and hold it between us.
“H—hello Mr. Carver,” Milo says.
“Milo, was it? You’re the quiet one of the bunch,” Dad says.
“Yeah,” Milo answers.
“Didn’t get a chance to talk to you. Are you gonna make sure my daughter is safe?”
Milo takes a deep breath, his chest expanding and pressing against mine. He looks down at me, his amber eyes intense and deadly serious.
“Yes. I promise. I—I know I may not look like much, but I’ve got a good skillset to protect your daughter in ways other than physical. I’m really good with technology.”
“Hm, okay then. I expect updates that come from the pack, not just from my daughter, got it?”
“Of course,” Milo says, nodding. “Depending on who we’re dealing with, it may be necessary for you to know just as much as we do so that you can keep the rest of your family safe.”
“Good. Thanks,” Dad sighs. “Are you really alright, Rey-Rey?”
“I—I’m alright,” I answer. “Just a little shaken up, is all. But I’m safer than I’ve ever been, you know?”
“Send us your new number when you have it,” Mom says. “We love you, sweetie. It doesn’t feel the same without you here.”
A hand comes to my mouth as I stifle the shaky breath caused by my mom’s words.
“I love you, too. Are you guys settling in well?”
