Page 43 of Claimed Omega

“My vote is for Trinity flashing us her tits or her glistening pussy.”

“Viper,” I gasped, overexaggerating my expression and slightly shocked at his request.

“What? I need something to help pass the time. And I don’t see anyone else protesting. What do you say, little dove?”

The fact that I didn’t say no instantly but actually considered it said everything.

“The devil’s just rolled in,” Aspen announced.

We all jerked, following his gaze out the windows.

A black Corvette parked in the front of the hotel, while two SUVs, complete with darkened windows, parked across the street. Axel climbed out of the sports car, decked out in a black suit. He ran a hand through his hair, cut a sharp stare left and right, then darted up the steps and vanished into the hotel.

I clenched my fists, keeping a keen eye on the hotel, hating that worm for putting us in this situation.

“If he’s visiting his mistress, he might be gone for a while,” I murmured. “Isn’t this the perfect time to sneak up on him and catch him off guard? I mean, I know we wanted to find his mistress, but what if we take him out?” My eyes were fixed on the hotel’s entrance, nerves wriggling beneath my skin.

“We can’t risk getting caught,” Shadow stated, his voice low. “Guards are everywhere.”

I bit my lower lip, torn between losing our chance and not risking our lives.

“Maybe Trinity has a point,” Aspen suggested. “At the very least, we should find out what room he’s in so we can find his mistress.”

“Sounds like a plan. You three stay here, and I’ll head out to get the intel we need without drawing attention to ourselves.” Viper pulled back from the front window, his eyes narrowing on Shadow.

“Yeah, right, like last time,” Aspen mocked.

“I got away, didn’t I?” Viper snapped, his voice low and urgent. “One person is easier to get around than four of us.”

“He has a point,” I concurred, which gained me one of his panty-melting grins.

“Then it’s settled.” Viper turned to his door when Shadow set a heavy hand on his shoulder. “Not so fast, Axel’s back.”

We all shot our gazes at the hotel where Axel emerged from the hotel, but he wasn’t alone. To my shock, he was hand in hand with a blue-haired girl in a slinky red dress—the mistress.

Leaning in closer for a better look, my heart thumped against my ribcage when I instantly recognized the girl. I gasped, my mind whirling with a mixture of emotions–surprise, confusion, and disbelief.

“Frannie! I-I think that’s Frannie,” I mumbled, tears springing to my eyes.

Axel was holding onto my best friend from the Institute, the girl who’d gone missing after her hair turned blue and she came into her Omega. The same person Shadow told me was found dead in a dumpster in the city.

“Are you sure?” Aspen asked.

“What the fuck!” I shook all over, pressing forward more, my fingers digging into the car door, then I fiddled with the handle. I had to get to her. “That’s Frannie. You said she was dead, but…” I croaked, my pulse thundering and confusion blaring in my mind.

I pushed open the door, but Shadow threw his arms around my middle and wrenched me back while Aspen reached back and shut the door. I fought against him, tears streaming down my cheeks. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing—Frannie was supposed to be dead, yet there she was, alive and seemingly under Axel’s control. I turned to Shadow in the tight squeeze of the back seat, desperate to go and see Frannie, but he wouldn’t release me.

“Let me go!” I pleaded, pushing against his broad chest. “Frannie’s alive. I have to go talk to her!”

“Baby, you can’t just run out there,” Shadow replied firmly, his voice steady and calm. “They’ll shoot on sight, and not even your friend can help you.”

“I don’t care,” I sobbed frantically, “Frannie’s my best friend, and she’s alive. Why did you say she was dead?” Words poured from my mouth, and my head hurt.

“It’s what I’d been told by the cops,” he answered, his lips thin and brow furrowed, looking as confused as I felt.

He reached for me, but I pushed away, feeling like screaming at the whole situation. Not taking my rejection, he dragged me into his arms.

“We’re going to find out how this happened, but not like this.”

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