Page 69 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
It also reminded me where she’s come from. What she’s been through. Even if she presents this strong front for the rest of the world, she’s still had to drag herself through hell.
“You havenoright to tell me what to fucking do,” she continues, pointing her finger at Killian. “You just don’t want me hurt because that’ll ruin your precious case.”
Killian shoves me off of him, pushing past me and getting back into Reyna’s face. Though, for what it’s worth, he keeps his hands by his sides and makes it a point to not reach out to touch her again.
“I don’t want you hurt because I don’t wantyouhurt. Do I have to spell it out for you, princess?” He growls.
Reyna’s jaw ticks, but I notice the tiny almost imperceptible wobble in her bottom lip that she tries to hide.
“I don’t believe you,” she whispers, turning away from Killian.
“I think it’s best if we go,” Archer, the Ward Pack alpha says, guiding Luna past us and towards the door. “Call us for the main debrief whenever you have time.”
“It was nice seeing you again, Reyna,” Luna says, offering her a tight smile and a little wave. “I’ll have one of my guys figure out a way to get you my phone number, okay? Reach out anytime.”
“Thanks,” Reyna says, nodding, her movements jerky.
The room is dead silent after they leave. I can hear the heating system pumping air into the room.
“Why don’t you believe me?” Killian asks, softening his voice to the best of his ability.
Reyna jerks her head back and lets out a small huff of laughter.
“Why? Because there’re literally only two reasons why you guys would be interested in me.”
“Oh really? And what do you think those reasons are?”
“One, the case you all are involved in. Two,” her gaze darts to me. “Because your pack wants a little Southside omega plaything. Trust me, it’s not the first time an alpha’s wanted that from me and it probably won’t be the last, so?—”
“What?” Stone interrupts. “Little Southside omega plaything? What the hell are you talking about?”
“Theo said you guys were ‘interested’ in me, whatever the fuck that means,” she says, her brows drawing down in confusion.
“Actually, I said we wanted to see where things go between us,” I jump in.
“Yeah, exactly, same thing,” she huffs. “What the fuck else am I supposed to think? Especially when you guys said I wasn’t allowed to stay with my family?—”
Her voice breaks and she covers her mouth with her hand to cover the sound as she turns away.
“You guys know exactly what I am,” she whispers. “Why the hell else would a rich Northside pack like you be interested in a girl like me? One of you guys literally spentthousandsof dollars to buy my time.” She swallows hard. “Considering the debt I owe you, for saving my family, it only makes sense you’d want to collect.”
She looks so small right now.
I want nothing more than to close the distance between us and wrap her in my arms. And if she won’t let me close rightnow, I want nothing more than to hunt down all the fuckers who have put that idea in her head, that her only worth is in her body.
“That’s not what we want, not at all,” Stone says, his knuckles white as he fists the railings of his hospital bed.
“Do you really find it hard to believe that we’re genuinely interested in you?” I ask, softly.
“Yes,” she snorts. “You’re all alphas. Alphas only want one thing from an omega like me, and it’s not a future with 2.5 kids and a white picket fence, that’s for sure.”
“For what it’s worth, we’re interested in you for more than your body,” I insist. “I know you don’t believe what we’re saying now, and given the alphas you’ve probably dealt with in the past, I totally understand why you don’t, but please, at least give us a chance to prove it to you.”
Her gaze darts between the four of us warily, before finally landing on Killian.
“Only if you promise not to fucking yell at me like that again, not cool.” She bites her lower lip. “I can admit that throwing myself out the window was stupid, okay? But don’t come at me like that, it sends me into panic mode.”
“You’re right, I shouldn’t have reacted like that,” Killian says, his gaze intent. “I’m sorry.”
