Page 26 of Broken Omega

I could do without the heartache of starting to like someone who’ll never be into me.

My impossible friendship with Lana is painful enough.

I never should have started calling her. She’s only humoring me because she’s at work, and she’s way too polite to put the phone down when I call.

I haven’t told her about my father’s ultimatum.

Truth is, I’m a little afraid of what she might say.

Would she be horrified?

Would she ask me why I’m here if I don’t want an Alpha?

I think she’d be horrified, and if she was, I wouldn’t know how to react.

I’ve tried standing up to my father. I’ve pushed his boundaries, resisted his demands.

It never gets me anywhere. He has too much clout. Too much money. Too much power.

I look like I have everything, but I have nothing.

Poor, little rich girl drowning in her diamonds.

I get how it looks, but I’m not the one in control of my life and I desperately need to be.

If only I could find a way.

BROOKE

The Saturday morning therapy slot couldn’t be any more inconvenient. It probably amused my father to reorganize it so that I’ll never get to sleep late on one of my rest days. Of course, it’s perfectly possible that he thinks it’s an acceptable time for an appointment. Heisa psychopath.

I get up at the crack of dawn to make sure I’m presentable for the day ahead.

I’d never complain about the chance to practice and perfect a makeup look, but I’m getting pretty sick of the façade I put up daily at Goldcrest. There’s no room to be creative here. I’m stuck with classic beauty looks that are considered appropriate for an Omega.

When I’m done beautifying, I set my makeup and then step into the walk-in.

Looking at the racks of designer dresses, I can’t help thinking I’d be more comfortable wandering around the building in my underwear. The dresses are all figure hugging and make me feel super conscious of my posture and anything I eat or drink while I’m wearing them.

What I wouldn’t give to put on a pair of jeans and a comfy sweater, for once.

Instead, I slip on one of my prettiest dresses, knowing it’ll please Geraldine when she brings Alpha Cassidy to visit me later. I find shoes that complement the dress and a matching purse. Stepping out of the closet, I look like I’m ready to go to a red-carpet event.

Not a therapy appointment followed by a dress-making class and topped off with meeting a supposedly eligible bachelor who might want to claim me as his mate.

I check the time before I leave the suite.

I’ll be early, but not by much.

Doctor Prentice’s office is in the wing of the building that contains the rooms they use for medicals. It’s separated from the rest of the building by the reception area. The reasoning for this is apparently to prevent Omegas from easily accessing that side of the building where all manner of drugs are stored.

It’s for our own protection, according to the health and safety rules.

As if all the Omegas in the building are a bunch of weak-willed addicts.

I personally think this is where Geraldine hides any side projects she’s got going on.

No one’s supposed to loiter around in these corridors because they might hear or see something she doesn’t want anyone to know about. See, Geraldine likes to pretend she’s a nice person, but she has her own agendas, and if anyone screws any of those up … well, she has a mean streak a mile wide and five miles deep.

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