Page 61 of Broken Omega

There’s hurt in his eyes when I glance at him.

Trust the broken Omega to get into a weird unrequited romantic triangle with a couple of Betas.

I let out a breath. “You’re not supposed to be looking after me, Henry. You’re supposed to be doing your job.”

“Brooke …” he starts, sounding as dejected as he feels.

“I have to go eat something.”

I head to the side entrance.

“You can’t,” he calls after me.

I ignore him, but one of the guards at the doors stop me.

“We just got the order to evacuate the building,” Lenny says. “You’ll need to wait over there.”

He points out the space by the side of the ambulance. The fire assembly point.

“Are you kidding me?” I ask, wondering what exactly is going on.

The fire trucks are packing up to leave. The cops are doing the same.

If everything is dealt with, why are they evacuating?

“Standard procedure. You’ll get back in once the building’s been manually cleared.”

Meaning, once the guards have walked every inch of the sprawling interior and opened every door to check for any possible hidden threats inside.

I walk back down the stairs as the doors are propped open and all the Omegas and Alphas from the social start to trickle out behind me.

It’s been a pretty crazy night, and it’s not over yet.

DONNIE

Ihead back to the ambulance, ready to tell Frost the good news. The reds are transporting the bodies to the morgue. Everything’s taken care of. We can leave. I find my partner leaning against the back door of the ambulance, his expression telling me he’s a million miles away.

It gives me shivers when he’s that deep in thought. Every time that’s happened in the past, it’s been right before some huge change in our lives. River’s decision to become an EMT was the last time.

What the hell could it be this time?

“Hey, Frost,” I call out as I dart toward him. “We can hit the road.”

He doesn’t look my way. His expression stays fixed.

He’s not in his usual trance, then. He’s looking at something, or someone.

I turn to work out what, exactly, and I see her.

A blonde woman in a long, slinky dress. Her expression is furious as she storms down the steps of the building’s side entrance in killer heels.

Holy fuck, she’s glorious.Her hair is blown back from her foxy face as she stomps along, headed in our general direction, looking ready to murder someone.

I can’t take my eyes off her as she moves across the uneven ground without faltering.

Who is she?

I move toward her, and that gets Frost’s attention.

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