Page 59 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
I purposely left that bit of information out. My packmates had a shit ton of stuff to deal with last night and this morning without having to worry about me. Plus, I was kind of out of it, from all the meds they pumped in my system that hadn’t yet worn off.
I declined the second round of pain meds because I wanted to be coherent for this conversation with Reyna, which my body is loudly telling me now.
“Yes. Yes, you did,” Killian huffs.
“Well, we haven’t even had a proper debrief yet.”
“I asked you what they did to you,” Killian says, his knuckles growing white as he clenches the bar of the hospital bed I’m in.
“And I told you, they interrogated me,” I shrug, immediately regretting the movement.
“More like tortured,” Reyna snorts. I notice she hasn’t moved. She’s still the closest to the door, like she needs the comfort that she can run away if necessary.
That instinct has probably served her well in the past, considering what I know about her past and what I’ve seen about the world she’s from.
Killian’s gaze shoots to Reyna and she stares right back at him.
“What did they do to him?” Killian asks, his voice pitched low.
“You don’t have to answer that, if you don’t want to, Reyna,” I cut in, narrowing my eyes at Killian.
She lets out a soft laugh under her breath.
“They dislocated his arm and strung him up like a Thanksgiving turkey. He was hanging from the ceiling, putting nearly his entire weight on it,” she says, nodding to my right shoulder. “They carved him up like a turkey, too. There was a whole table with a spread of torture devices. That’s only what I saw too, they could’ve done more to him after I left.”
“Holy shit, man, seriously?” Theo asks, his eyes wide with shock.
Now, all the members of my pack look like they’re trying to see through my hospital gown to see if I’m alright.
“Fine, if we’re doing the play-by-play, they also beat the shit out of me too, broke a few ribs.” I huff. “But the doctors say I’ll make a full recovery, okay?”
Reyna’s shoulders relax slightly as she takes her next breath.
I meet her eyes and she narrows them at me, as if she knows I noticed.
She was worried about me.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” I breathe out, not dropping my gaze from hers. “Thank you for trusting us.”
She bites her lower lip and stares out the window. “It’s not like I had a choice.”
Something about what she said last night comes back to me. Her shoulders shaking as she covered her face with her hands.
“What did you mean last night when you said you didn’t have a choice about being involved with the Sorel family?” I ask quietly.
The rest of my pack stays quiet, their gazes darting back and forth between Reyna and I.
I guess she must not have told them.
“You remember that?” She shifts her weight from foot to foot nervously, her hand making the sleeve of her hoodie fold under her grip. Her hands crossed over her chest look a lot more likeshe’s trying to protect herself, rather than putting up a fiery front.
“I do,” I say, making sure to keep my tone soft.
She may put up a tough front, but deep down, she’s afraid. I mean, who wouldn’t be, if put in her shoes?
She’s had to leave everything she’s ever known, with some pretty insane people probably looking for her.
“This is important, Reyna,” I continue. “We need to be able to protect you.”
