Page 229 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
"You're right, I'm sorry for asking that of you, Mira," I say, immediately backing off.
She takes a few seconds to collect herself before turning around with the granola bar and juice box in hand. Her smile is a little less enthusiastic, but it's still present.
"Apology accepted," she nods. "I'm sorry for getting mad at you. I hope that doesn't mean you don't like me anymore."
"You're actually my favorite person here," I say as she feeds me another bite from the granola bar.
"Really?" She asks. "Who else have you met?"
"A couple of guards who didn't give me their names, Dom, and Sebastian Montgomery."
She freezes when I mention Sebastian's name.
The straw of the juicebox shakes ever so slightly as she holds it in front of my lips.
Her expression has now gone completely serious. It's a terrifyingly eerie difference.
"Mr. Sebastian has already come to see you?" She asks quietly.
When I meet her gaze, I can see the terror lying in their depths.
I feel the exact same way.
But this is it. This is my in. This is how I get Mira to help me.
"He has," I say, nodding gravely. "He hurt me, too."
I nod my chin, gesturing to the scab that's there.
Her brows draw down as her lower lip trembles.
"I'm terrified of him," I say. This part isn't an act. I really am terrified. "He's going to hurt me again and this time it's going to be a lot worse. I know it. And I won't have any way to stop it from happening. Unless?—"
"I'm sorry," she interrupts, setting the juice box down on the tray. "I—I can't."
She turns and takes the tray, her hair falling between us like a curtain. "I'll see you later, Reyna."
Mira comes and sees me for the next three meals. Each time, she's her bright and cheery self. Even if I'm not in the mood to talk very much, she's more than happy to fill the silence, talking about her favorite things to do to pass the time. It seems like the "nurses" here make some effort to keep the omegas entertained between their weeks of torture.
I don't know whether it's just Mira's bright and bubbly personality trying to block out any darkness or whether the omegas who are forced into their heats actually have some form of amnesia, but Mira says she doesn't remember much from her forced heats.
On the fourth meal, her normally bright and cheery expression is nowhere to be found.
"What's wrong?" I ask, immediately sitting up the best I can with the restraints I have.
"Mr. Sebastian is here today," she says softly.
My blood runs cold, and I swallow hard.
I don't know what to say. The last thing I want to do is upset Mira, especially when she's the only form of companionship I have in this white room.
This time I'm the one trying to make conversation between us, except I don't seem to have her talent of filling up space. Silence descends upon us pretty quickly. Once she sets down the juicebox on the tray, she throws her arm around my neck and hugs me.
It catches me off guard, but all I want is to be able to hug her back.
When she straightens, she reaches down and clasps my hand.
"You're a really good friend," she says, smiling at me. She lowers her voice to a whisper. "I hope—I hope that one day you're able to see your mates again."
