Page 53 of Broken Omega

I’ll need to be patient until it’s time to head outside.

My lips twitch into a smile.

It might not be a night out at a concert with my bestie, but the thought of getting to go someplace I wouldn’t be allowed to wander off to on a regular day makes me feel a little bit lighter.

BROOKE

Sneaking outside is remarkably easy when the guards know you’re coming out to have a quickie with one of their own. It might be the first time I’ve decided to do it, but it’s not the first time an Omega has fucked one or more of the Betas on staff. The guards on the stairs nod me on my way, and my heart starts to pound ridiculously hard at the sudden and insistent idea that this could be my way out of the academy for good.

Don’t be stupid, Brooke. It’s late and you’re in heels and the guards would catch you in seconds if you ventured into the woods. There’s no way you can run in this dress even if you do ditch the heels.

I seriously doubt Henry will be your accomplice, even if you let him give you a good dicking first.

He’d have to be crazy to help you escape. They’d fire his ass and drag you back to the academy so fast you’d get whiplash.

The truth hurts, but the idea that this could be the night I get free won’t leave me.

I could slip around to the front of the building.

I start moving that way, not waiting where Henry expects to meet me.

My thoughts race as I make my way over the changing ground by the side of the building.

Maybe if Timothy’s hanging around out front smoking, he’ll take me where I ask him to take me. He always has before. Of course, those have been prearranged appointments. He knows about them in advance, and I’m sure the academy’s driver has rules like my father’s driver does about where he can go and who he has to get authorizations from. Scratch that idea.

But, maybe, if his limo is parked in the lot, his keys might be in the sun visor.

I’ve seen him do that before. He probably doesn’t do it when he’s presumably parked up for the night, but still …

A girl can hope.

I stumble into the side of the wall as the cobble-paved part of the ground takes me by surprise in the darkness. I stop to steady myself, considering taking the heels off.

No. I’d only end up with cut-up soles. There are too many loose bits of stone on the ground.

God, the lighting’s awful out here. Almost makes me wish I’d picked my phone up instead of kicking it under the counter before I left my suite.

I half-expect Henry to show up before I get to the corner of the building, but it hasn’t quite been fifteen minutes and I doubt he would expect me to walk this far away from the spot he asked to meet me.

Realizing I might not have much time left to get around front, I move a little faster, scraping my hand a bit on the wall as I try to keep my balance on the slightly uneven, stone-spattered ground.

I dart around the corner, avoiding the bushes planted close to the building, and I’m completely stopped in my tracks by a stationary vehicle with a bashed-in hood and a man hanging out of the back, body bent at an awkward angle. There are dark masses on the ground that make me jump back when I notice them. All three of them are mangled. Barely recognizable as human forms.

Oh my God. The blood. There’s so much blood!

I fight to catch my breath as I stare down at one of the lumps on the ground that used to be a man. One glassy eye stares back at me sightlessly, and I double over to heave.

I remember I skipped dinner, and I’m thankful for that mercy.

Dry heaves are slightly less awful than the other kind.

“Brooke?” a voice calls out behind me.

Henry!I try to straighten up, but I’m shaking, and I’m still trying to understand what I just saw.

I can’t speak. My chest is tight. I can’t catch my breath.

Fuck. I’m going to pass out.

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