Page 95 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
They already know about how I’ve taken suppressants. But they don’t knowwhyI was so dead set on taking them. So determined that I did the things I did for money.
That’ll be a shitty conversation.
No one but Dom knows what happened to me that night, and I know how that turned out. Sometimes I question whether or not I would be better off if he’d never shown up.
I fight the urge to scrub my hands down my face. I didn’t remove my makeup. Whoops. My mascara is probably all smudged around my eyes, after that nap.
There’s no point thinking about the past like that.
I wonder what woke me up?
I roll over and glance at the nightstand. My phone screen lights up.
That was probably it, I guess.
I put it on do not disturb mode so no stupid social media notifications or anything would bother me, but I guess something about the way the screen lit up after it started getting dark woke me up.
The bed is so big that I have to get up onto my hands and knees to crawl over to the nightstand to reach my phone.
The screen lights up, and my mouth goes dry.
Terror swirls, low in my gut, and the reality of what I was running away from hits me like a truck.
My phone has been flooded with notifications. I scroll through, my world falling apart with each scroll.
There’s a text from three and a half hours ago, right after I passed out for my nap.
Dom
Where the hell are you Raine?
Thirty minutes and four missed calls after that, there’s another flood of notifications.
Dom
Answer the fucking phone
Shit is going down and the Sorel family has fucking questions I don’t have the answers to
We’re coming to your place. You better answer the fucking door
Two dozen more calls.
Dom
You traitorous fucking bitch
That text was sent two minutes ago.
I’m going to fucking vomit.
Another text notification comes through. This time, it’s a video attachment.
My phone falls to the carpeted floor beside the bed with a thump. I don’t even have to play the actual video to know what’s in it, because the first frame says it all.
It’s my house. My family’s house.
Engulfed in flames.
