Page 134 of Broken Omega

The academy administrator hasn’t wasted any time. The private hotline part seems weird, but I guess the cops’ hands are tied for the next day and a half. She hasn’t been gone for long enough to be reported missing officially. We only have a matter of hours before the shit really starts to hit the fan.

KELLAN

Iwake up when I hear voices in the other room. I sit up quickly, before I remember where I am.

I’m not at home. I’m in an apartment in the city. One that’s owned by one of Brooke’s other mates.

My true mate is asleep at my side, but when I get close her scent is different.

There’s something else mixed in with the cherry. She’s also naked.

I get out of bed, shoving on my shirt and tugging on my pants.

Once I step out of the room and confirm it’s just Brooke’s other mates in the main room, I relax a little bit.

“Morning,” the one called Frost mutters at me from the table.

That same scent that’s Brooke but different is in the main room, too.

I button up my shirt, leaning against the wall. “I take it Brooke let you guys in earlier?”

“She did,” the other guy says, giving me a nod from the floor in front of the couch where he’s taking something out of a box.

He was in the back of the ambulance with me.What the hell was his name again? Stark?

“Is she still sleeping?” Frost asks.

I nod. “She is. I was just going to the bathroom.”

The third guy is sitting at the table with Frost. They’re all wearing black T-shirts. In fact, it kind of looks like they’re the same black T-shirts.

“Did something happen while I was sleeping?” I ask, knowing it must have.

They’ve put Brooke to bed with their shirts around her as if she started to show the desire to nest.

“We’ll talk when you get out of the bathroom,” Frost tells me.

“I’ll be there in a second.”

He nods, and I step into the bathroom, shivering a little at the cold tiles under my feet.

It’s not as bad as last night. Thankfully, it feels a bit warmer this morning.

I wash up and brush my teeth, wondering when Brooke might wake up.

It seems like her other Alpha serviced her through her heat this morning.

That doesn’t explain the change in her scent, exactly, but I’m sure it’ll all make sense once I talk to her other mates.

I check in on her when I come out the bathroom, but she’s still sound asleep.

The resting phases of her heat seem to be almost as important as the heat itself.

After closing the door, I step into the main room of the apartment, where I notice Stark is pumping up an inflatable mattress that takes up most of the living room floor, while his friends watch from the table. I join Frost and the other guy, starting to get a bad feeling that we might be stuck in this place for a while.

“What did I miss?” I ask Frost, as I crack open a can of soda.

“We’ll need to hole up here for a bit,” Frost tells me, confirming my fear. “The academy and Brooke’s father have reported her missing. It’s all over the news. The cops can’t get involved for a couple days, but we should probably pull together a plan by then.”

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