Page 102 of Broken Omega

“No can do,” I tell him, somehow keeping the cheer in my voice.

“That’s not authorized,” the second guard adds.

“Who areyou, exactly?” the Alpha in the suit asks suddenly.

Henry glowers at him. “I’m a friend of Brooke’s. A close friend. Who areyou?”

I nod at River to go, hoping the Alpha and Henry get into something so we can get the fuck out of here without either of them tagging along.

We get down the stairs and walk over to the ambulance while the Alpha and the guard argue. Frost jumps out the driver’s seat and opens the back doors for us.

“What’s all that about?” he asks, nodding to the bottom of the stairs, where they are now.

“It’s complicated. We need to move,” I tell him.

He goes back to the driver’s seat, and River helps me get Brooke settled in the back.

“I’ll ride shotgun,” River tells me, getting out quickly and darting around to the passenger door.

I’m just pulling the back doors closed when a hand stops me.

Damn it to hell.

The Alpha in the suit looks at me. “I need to go with her.”

“Didn’t you come in a car?” I ask him. “Maybe it would be … more comfortable if you followed us.”

“I need to go with her,” he repeats, making me back down.

Big Alpha Dick Energy. Damn.

I let him in and glance out at the guards, who are still arguing at the bottom of the staircase.

At least we only have one unwanted suitor attached, I guess.

I close the doors, and Frost gets us moving.

BROOKE

Iwake up with a jolt, finding myself in a moving ambulance and finally letting my lips pull into a smile.I did it! I got out of the academy.The euphoria that soars over me at that realization is unsinkable. Finally, I’m free, and I have my true mates to thank for that.

Donnie smiles down at me. “Hey, Cherry, how are you feeling?”

“Like I just won the lottery,” I joke, deciding not to complain at the pet-name. It’s a stripper name, for sure, but I kind of like the way he says it.

“Where do you want to go?” Frost calls back from the front seat, making my smile widen into a grin.

“Aren’t we headed to the hospital?” Kellan asks, making me gasp in a breath.

I sit up on my elbows, and stare at him. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“You were hurt. I wanted to make sure you were …”

I reach down and peel up one of the corners of the prosthetic. My skin will be a bit red there now probably, but it does the trick of showing him that I’m not really hurt.

“I’m okay. Long story short, this is me escaping from Goldcrest, and from my father.”

“Oh wow,” he mutters, his expression conflicted.

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