Page 201 of Broken Omega

“What’s with the tool kit?” he asks me.

“It’s not a tool kit, but thanks for offering to carry it for me. Lana has my suitcase. You can carry that, too.”

I turn and watch Lana step through the door, her cheeks burning red as she hands over the case.

Pretty sure she’s worried what my mates will think of us being together if she has nothing to do with the pack, and in fact she might end up with her own pack.

“Thanks,” she says as she moves off to the side.

Oh, yeah. She needs to lock the door.

I step out of the room and Donnie takes my kit from me.

“This definitely feels like a tool kit.”

I shrug at him. “It’s not that heavy.”

“It’s kind of heavy.”

“Sure,” I murmur, realizing I can smell River’s perfume out here.

I move out of the way to let Lana close the door, and I see River behind Donnie, breathing a little quickly, his hand hot to the touch when I reach for it.

“River, are you okay?” I ask, my eyes going wide.

He nods slowly. “I’m going into heat, that’s all.”

“Yeah,” Donnie says. “We really need to get him home.”

He feels a little shaky but at least he’s not in pain.

The sooner we can get him home, the better.

FROST

There’s a very good reason Alphas don’t typically ever use their command voices. Aside from the fact that very few instances of its use are legal, it can become addictive. I’m sure Warren Corvina knows all about that, though he probably doesn’t view himself as an addict.

I’ve seen plenty of addicts on the job, and I notice it when I start to act like them.

It starts with idly tapping my foot, but my agitation grows the longer I’m interrogated by the police. To make things worse, I’m questioned on the same things all over again by another officer. And another. And another.

I’ve been grinding my teeth so much, my jaw hurts, and I’m seriously fucking tempted to use a command to get the hell out of this room.

It would be so damn easy. Too damn easy.

That’s what makes it addictive.

It’s so much easier to get whatever you want if you bend everyone to your will. Unfortunately, that would make me just as bad as Warren and the assholes he had lined up as clients.

I’m not like them.

I only did what I had to do and I’m not going to keep trying to control people just because I know it’s possible.

The cop closes his notebook. “That’s all for now.”

“We’re done?” I ask, ready for him to tell me someone else needs to ask me questions.

He nods. “We’ll be in touch if we need anything more.”

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