Page 150 of Broken Omega

Henry gets back to his feet. He looks like a soldier waiting for orders.

“You fucking prick! I can report you to the cops for this shit,” he snarls.

I scowl at him. “Oh, yeah? What are you going to tell them, exactly? That he got you to drop a gun you were about to use to shoot him?”

He scowls right back at me, looking ready to call me some nasty names.

“Shut your mouth, Henry. Go back to doing what you were doing before this,” Frost commands. “Forget you ever saw us. Now.”

Frost gives him a little push and he turns, walking out of the apartment building and down the path.

He doesn’t look back. I watch him leave, like Frost told him to.

“That’s what my father’s been doing to me,” I tell him, hugging myself. “Giving me commands and making me forget.”

“Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t …”

I shake my head. “You did the right thing. He would have told someone. It’s just all coming back. I’m remembering everything.”

That’s why I didn’t even notice Henry out in the street. Frost used his Alpha command voice to disrupt my father’s orders to return to him, and ever since then, every memory that was stolen from me has been slipping back.

“What are you remembering?” he asks.

“I’m remembering my father finding me after I ran into Kellan in the woods. I perfumed and I was in shock, but I was happy. I just met my true mate. He was so angry when I told him. He told me to wait in his study. I wasn’t allowed in his study. Oh, God. He told me he was going to make sure I never saw that boy again. He told me he had ways to make sure I complied with him. Then he started taking notes and asking me the same questions over and over again, until I gave him the answers he wanted. When he was done torturing me, he told me to forget everything that had happened that day. No, he didn’t just tell me, he commanded me.”

It makes me shudder to think about it. My dad was shaking with rage when I told him about Kellan.

Frost holds me for a long moment. “It’s okay now. I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

I cling to him tightly, my arms closed around him while I look over his shoulder out into the path and the street beyond. I know he’ll protect me, but I’m not safe. I’ll never be safe while my father is still out there. He’ll find a way to force me to come back. I know he will.

Letting go, I take in a deep breath. “We should go back to the apartment. What do we do with the gun?”

I can see it’s between Frost’s feet now, so he clearly moved it to make sure it didn’t wander off on its own. He crouches to pick it up, and he puts it in the waist-band of his pants when he straightens, covering the handle with his shirt.

“Safety’s on, but I’m guessing he’ll get in trouble for not having it if anyone notices.”

“Honestly, I’d be surprised if anyone noticed. The last couple weeks at Goldcrest haven’t exactly been typical. The guards don’t really carry guns thinking they’ll be using them. I’m pretty sure they mostly have them to deter any Omegas who might think about trying to leave without the express consent of their parents or the academy administrator.”

“Good. Now, we should get back. When we left, things were getting a little bit crazy back there.”

“Back there in the apartment?” I ask, confused.

“It was after you took off. I can explain when we get closer, but we’ve got a few busier streets to navigate first. Follow my lead, and I’ll find us a hiding spot again if I need to.”

I nod in silent agreement, ignoring the pile of unearthed memories that are vying for my attention.

“Okay, let’s get the hell out of here.”

FROST

That was pretty fucking dicey, and it’s not over yet. The street is full of people walking along at a leisurely pace that we have to match to fit in and look like every other couple out for a nice lunch-hour walk. Donnie did a good job choosing clothes for Brooke the other day. She’s wearing styles everyone else seems to be wearing, in muted colors that don’t stand out.

We weave our way through the crowds while I pay extra special attention to any potential threats on the horizon. So far, I’m not seeing any other Goldcrest guards wandering around, and the only Alpha who’s close by is dry-humping a Beta girl on a park bench across the street.

Brooke’s perfume died down after I woke her. Thankfully, the stress of the situation hasn’t allowed it to come back so far. I’m a little worried that her heat could return, but considering it has some kind of link to her emotional state, I cross it off the list as a serious threat.

She’s way too shaky over getting her memories back.

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