Page 81 of Broken Omega

She hangs up, and I set the phone down on the table, feeling more than a little shaken up.

Geraldine is dead. My father’s right hand is no longer guiding Goldcrest.

I don’t know what that means for me yet, but I doubt it’s a good thing.

There’s really no point in worrying over what’s going to happen next.

Whoever the academy puts in charge is completely outside of my control.

My father might have enough influence to convince the investors to hire someone he thinks he can use the way he used Geraldine, but worrying about that isn’t going to do me any good.

Only one thing will help me drag destiny into my own hands.

I doubt Daddy would be happy to hear I’m ditching the idea of choosing an Alpha mate in order to run off with a couple of hot, Beta EMTs that I literally just met. Well, what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him. At least not until he realizes I’m gone. By then, what he wants won’t matter.

Finding the TV remote, I switch channels to a station that plays news all day.

Doesn’t take more than a few seconds to find what I’m looking for.

Proof that Cassidy Halloran was involved in what happened doesn’t get more obvious than his billionaire father being named as one of Frank Palmer’s victims.

I can disappear.

I doubted that before, but if one determined Alpha can come to this academy and rescue his Omegas while making it look like the world’s most notorious serial killer murdered the people who stood in his way, well, then one determined Omega can surely escape this academy using her artistic talents and a little bit of patience.

All I really need to do is to pick my moment.

Then, I’ll be free to live my life the way I want to live it.

BROOKE

Apparently, my therapist doesn’t feel the need to be on time when she’s forced to come to me, instead of the other way around. I’d say it doesn’t matter, because on any other day it wouldn’t.

But today, she’s wasting precious time I could be spending on my newly hatched plan.

I give her a tight smile when she arrives, twenty minutes after our set appointment time.

“Hello, Brooke,” she greets me, frowning as she takes in my casual dress. “I’m sorry we couldn’t meet at my office today. I’m sure you understand why that is.”

“Of course,” I tell her, stepping back and inviting her into my suite.

I’ve placed the list of Alphas I finished last night on the coffee table.

I switched the TV channel back to the shitty soap opera a half hour ago, so it would look like I was watching mindless drivel when she showed up. I pick up the remote and turn it off.

“Sorry, I put it on when we were told to stay in our suites, and before I knew it, I was sucked in,” I tell her, laughing as I set the remote back down.

I wonder how much she knows about last night.

It would be better if my father didn’t know I was examined by EMTs.

I honestly can’t imagine who would tell him now that Geraldine’s not around.

It’s not like he would waste his breath talking with the guards or the other Omegas.

The Alphas could be a problem, I guess, if any of them even noticed or listened to rumors when all they were really at the academy for was to have a little fun.

Yeah, I don’t think I need to worry about it.

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