Page 145 of Broken Omega

“Hop along home, Brooke, dear.”

It’s his voice, but it sounds pre-recorded somehow.

Brooke blinks. She breaks away from Donnie’s arms and goes to the door. Her hand starts rattling the handle like she’s trying to get out, and she can’t tell it’s locked.

“Good girl,” her father murmurs.

River goes to Brooke and wraps his arms around her. She squirms against his touch, fixated on the getting to the door. He turns to us. “She feels strange. Like she’s trapped inside her own body. She’s scared. I don’t think this is the first time it’s happened.”

Oh my God.“She has black-outs. She doesn’t know what causes them.”

“I think we might have just found out,” Frost says. “Turn that off in case it gets worse.”

I grab my phone, finger over the end call button when he speaks again.

“Now, Kellan, it’s time that you broke free.”

Horror fills me as the room around me turns dark. The last thing I feel is the phone dropping out of my hand. The last thing I see is Brooke bursting out of River’s grasp and turning the key to unlock the door.

DONNIE

Whenever someone says, and then all hell broke loose, I never fully understood that expression, until Kellan dropped his phone, his eyes turning dark. Brooke somehow got away from River and unlocked the door in the same breath. All hell really did break loose, all at once.

River crashed onto the inflatable mattress. Brooke bolted from the apartment. Kellan picked up one of the hard wooden chairs and fucked it off the wall, breaking off a leg and wielding it like a bat. Frost took off after Brooke as Kellan ran at me, leaping across the table like a feral jungle creature thirsty for blood.

Holy fucking shit!I can’t move fast enough to avoid it when Kellan swings his make-shift weapon at me. I take a hit to the side, and fuck me, this guy’s stronger than he looks.

That’s gonna be a bruise in the morning.

Backing away from him, I pick up a chair, using it to deflect his next swing. I move the chair upwards quickly and the bat is yanked out of his fingers.

Well, that was lucky. Now I need to subdue him without hurting him.

He growls at me, his stare blank. The lights are on, but no one’s home. Well, not no one, exactly.

The mild-mannered Alpha is just out to lunch. Something vicious and nasty has taken his place.

“Kellan, dude, come on. What’s going on with you right now?” I ask as I slowly back away.

“I don’t think reason’s going to work,” River says.

“If you’ve got something else, I’m listening.”

“I think he’s been triggered,” River mutters.

“Triggered?” I thought that was a phrase used by snowflake-types to describe virtually anything that doesn’t fit with their ideals. “It’s more like he’s possessed.”

I swing the chair, and he backs up, snarling at me.

“Well, he flipped when he heard that message. I think Brooke’s father triggered him to do this. I think he triggered both of them.”

Kellan lifts up another chair and smacks it into the chair I’m holding.

The whole weight of his body goes into the swing. My teeth clamp shut as pain rings through me, my arms taking the brunt of force from the sudden impact.

Whatever the hell this is, it needs to stop, now.

I suck in a deep breath, steeling myself to end the fight.

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