Page 227 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
Her eyes go wide and her brows draw down.
"Are you alright? What's wrong?"
Everything. Everything is fucking wrong. I just want to go home.
I shake my head, some of my hair falling in my face.
"You can tell me," she says, reaching out and touching my hand.
The restraints don't seem to faze her, which means their use must be pretty commonplace around here.
"A lot of the other girls talk to me all the time, they say it's because I'm easy to talk to, because I make them happy."
It's strange, she looks around my age, but based on the way she acts and talks, she seems quite a bit younger.
Her expression is so bright and earnest, I feel like I can't ignore her.
"I was just missing someone," I say.
Her eyes go wide.
"Missing someone? Like, someone from the outside?" She asks, pitching her voice down softly.
"Yeah," I say slowly.
"Wow, I'm sorry you're missing them."
"Do you not have anyone you miss?"
"I don't remember the outside," she shrugs. "The treatments mess with our memory. The nurses say I've been here for a long time though, so I'm not sure if I would've remembered anything from the outside even without the treatments."
"How long is a long time?”
She pauses to take a second to think.
"Fifteen years, I think?"
Holy shit.
My heart starts pounding in my chest. The beeping noises seem to startle Mira and her bright and sweet strawberry shortcake scent starts to sour as she panics.
"Did I—did I say something wrong?" She asks.
"No, you didn't say anything wrong," I say, doing my best to reassure her with my best attempt at a smile.
I don't know how effective my smile is right now because it feels like the fabric of the universe is falling apart.
The riots happened fifteen years ago. There are plenty of reports of people going missing then. Alphas. Omegas. Children.
There's no way that Novacure Pharmaceuticals orchestrated the riots to make legislative changes requiring the registration of omegas while simultaneously creating the perfect environment for a black-market trafficking system. All while building these underground testing facilities to illegally experiment on humans to develop their drugs, including children they kidnapped during the riots.
But as I lay it all out in my head, it makes perfect sense.
This is a groundbreaking discovery.
This will change the entire foundation of Riverwell as a whole.
I need to get out of here. The world needs to know what's going on.
