Page 45 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
I kneel down in front of her, noting how her thin pajamas will do jack shit against the cold outside.
“We’re going on a little adventure, Daisy,” I say to her. I pat the top of her head, trying to tame some of the crazy bed-head.
“Yeah, Mommy told me to pack my school stuff, but also my home stuff too.”
“Yeah, you should also change into something warmer, okay? Here, how about you get dressed while I pack your stuff.”
I head inside her and Savannah’s room to see Savannah frantically throwing as much stuff as she can into her duffel bag.
“Do you need help?” I ask her.
She whirls around, her eyes wide with fear.
“What’s going on?” She hisses under her breath, trying to keep her voice down so Daisy doesn’t hear.
Hard to do, in such a small room.
“I’m changed now,” Daisy says. “I’m going to go pack my art supplies now, can you guys help me pack my clothes?”
“Sure, peanut,” I tell her before turning back to Savannah, who’s practically buzzing with anxious energy.
“Mom said we had to leave, but it’s two in the fucking morning! Where’re we all going at two in the morning?”
Savannah blinks quickly, tears starting to well in her eyes.
“Are we—are the landlords going to kick us out of the house? Are we that behind on rent? I—I can go and work too, we—we shouldn’t have to move?—”
I press my lips together and pull Savannah into my arms. She clutches onto the hem of my hoodie, trembling as she tries to pull herself together.
“Shhhh, it’s going to be okay. You don’t have to work a job, I promise. We—we are moving though.”
Her brows are drawn down and her lower lip wobbles as she looks up at me.
“We are?”
“Yeah, but we’re moving to the Northside. You’re going to get to go to a Northside school, too.”
Savannah’s jaw falls slack. “What the hell? How the hell are we going to afford that?”
I wince. “Well, we’re not going to afford it. A Northside alpha pack is gonna pay for it in exchange for my cooperation in a big legal case they’re doing.”
“What the hell?” She repeats, shaking her head like she doesn’t believe what she’s hearing.
“Yeah.” I don’t blame her for her reaction. I’d react the exact same way in her position. “I’ll explain more later, but we’ve literally got ten minutes to get out of here, so you should hurry.”
She gives a sharp jerky nod before turning back to her duffle bag.
“Does—does this have to do with the extra money you’ve been making recently?” She whispers softly.
I freeze, my hands clenching into the fabric of one of Daisy’s shirts, hovering over the clean trash bag I’m shoving it into. Sav’s smart. Too smart for her to have missed that, I guess.
“Yeah, something like that.”
“Are—are you gonna be okay? I know I’m just a kid, but I’ve heard horror stories of Northside alpha packs and what they do to omegas,” she says.
“I’ll be fine. And so will you. I promise.”
I’ve spent years sacrificing everything I can for my family. I know I’ll continue to do the same.
