Page 58 of Claimed Omega

Trinity’s soft, startled intake of breath told me she was as shocked as me.

Bruised, bloodied, and clothes ripped, they were a testament to the brutal treatment they had endured, but their spirits remained unbroken. Viper bared his teeth, and his shoulders tensed as if he were ready to head-butt his way out of captivity. Aspen, meanwhile, took in the scene with a single sweeping glance. His gaze lingered on my hiding place for a split second—just long enough for me to know he was aware of our presence without alerting the others.

Trinity’s face turned ghostly pale, her eyes wide with fear. Daniel glanced at me and nodded, confirming that he had also seen Aspen’s brief acknowledgment.

Concealed among the plants while my men were restrained and hurt, I struggled to contain my rage. It felt as though a boulder was tied to my ankle, dragging me to the depths of the ocean and leaving me gasping for breath.

I was not an Alpha who idly stood by while my family suffered, but I forced myself to suppress my fury, knowing we had to wait for the right time to strike. God, how I yearned to leap forward and save my men.

“Who the fuck are they?” Arman snarled, his savage tone betraying his lack of recognition.

“These bastards are Viper and Aspen, Shadow’s men. I heard they ruined your auction and stole your Omega daughter,” Axel sneered.

I vowed to gut him from groin to throat.

Arman stiffened, advancing on Viper and seizing him by the throat, spitting, “So you’re the ones who took my daughter from me?”

Aspen lunged at Arman headfirst, eyes like a demon’s, but one of the guards jumped after him and snatched Aspen by the arm roughly, dragging him back.

My skin tightened, muscles hardening as I found myself leaning forward, ready to strike. Trinity nudged my arm, her frown and a shake of her head reminding me to stay put.

Viper’s face grew pale, his body rigid as he choked under Arman’s grip. I was on the verge of launching when Axel spoke.

“Not yet, you don’t.” He wrenched Viper out of Arman’s grasp. “You want these pieces of shit to torture, fine, but first, I want payment in exchange for them.”

Frannie glanced up, her eyes flicking between Axel and Arman with a mixture of curiosity and dread. Arman paced back and forth, rubbing his chin with two fingers, contemplating his options.

“What’s your price? Of course, it’d be more worth my while if you had the third bastard, Shadow,” he growled.

“He’s yours,” Axel replied smugly. “By the end of the day, I’ll bring him to you personally if you can deliver your end of the bargain.”

Arman’s sinister grin revealed a row of predatory teeth. “Fine. What do you want for them?”

Anxiety knotted in my gut as I awaited Axel’s response.

Axel hesitated, rubbing a hand across his mouth as his gaze darted between my men and Arman.

“I’m making this deal as payment to show you my loyalty to our families working together,” he said, his voice low and insidious.

Arman’s patience waned, his glare intensifying. “So, are you going to tell me, or are we playing games?” he roared.

“In exchange for the three Alphas, you’ll give me your daughter, Trinity’s hand in marriage,” Axel declared, his stare morphing into a malevolent grin.

Arman’s expression darkened.

My entire body quivered with rage. This despicable worm thought he could get his hands on my girl, and he had the audacity to say it right in front of Frannie. She looked as if she was about to cry.

With perspiration rolling down my spine, I promised myself to destroy anyone who tried to take Trinity away from me. My gaze shifted to Trinity, her face a mask of horror, tears welling in her beautiful eyes. I stroked her arm reassuringly, and Daniel wrapped an arm around her, offering his support.

“He’s not touching you,” I mouthed to her.

War was coming, and it would be us against them because there was no way I’d let these monsters trade my men for my Omega. Dread consumed me as I remained crouched, hatred seething in my belly.

“So, do we have a deal?” Axel pressed, oblivious to the fact his days were numbered.

The tense silence that hung between us was a ticking time bomb. The thought of Axel forcing himself on Trinity sickened me as I imagined the torment he’d inflict upon her.

Arman’s brow furrowed. “Aren’t you already married?” he sneered, his reluctance to part with Trinity evident. Why would he settle for less when he could sell her for millions? But revenge had a way of bringing out the darkest impulses in people.

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