Page 151 of Broken Omega

By the sound of it, her father’s a psychotic prick.

We’re going to have to do something about him, but that’s for later.

Right now we need to navigate our way back to the apartment safely.

One street down, I hold my breath that the next one will be so simple.

Brooke stumbles over a lose paving stone, and I help her regain her balance.

“Sorry,” she mutters, seeming annoyed with herself.

She’s still preoccupied, and I don’t blame her one little bit.

Another Alpha gets a bit close on the sidewalk, but he passes without looking at us.

I had no idea how precarious it could be to walk around the city with an Omega.

It feels safe in Crystal Lake with River. He goes for runs with Donnie, and he shops with me. No one bothers him. That said, the small town is more of a family place. Any Alphas have come there to settle with their mate or mates. There are hardly any single guys and no single Alphas.

The city is a completely different story.

It’s not a safe place for Omegas.

I could never let River or Brooke wander around out here alone.

Mating marks obvious or not, some Alphas are born predators.

Those Alphas tend to live in cities where there’s plenty of prey.

I hold Brooke’s hand a little tighter as we walk past a group of Beta males on their lunch break.

They notice her, but it’s her body they stare at as we pass, so I doubt they’re thinking they just saw the missing Omega from Goldcrest. They’re just loading up their spank-banks.

Even though the thought of that makes me want to kick all of their asses, I ignore the urge because it would only draw attention. That’s the last thing we need.

I realize I’m grinding my teeth by the time we’re on the street that leads into the apartment block.

“Finally,” Brooke murmurs when she sees it. “I feel like we’ve been walking for miles.”

“Just a couple, probably,” I tell her, giving her a wry smile.

We made it, but I have no damn idea how Donnie and River are doing with Kellan.

“So, what was happening when I took off?” she asks, as we walk toward the building’s entrance.

“Well, I guess Kellan might have a few repressed memories caused by your father, too. Because something really similar happened with him after you left. I didn’t see much of it.”

Hopefully there wasn’t much to see.

“So, he ran off, too?” she asks, frowning in confusion.

“Not exactly,” I say. “He started looking for a fight.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I wish I was. Don’t worry. Donnie’s been a bouncer, he knows how to handle a tough situation. He’ll have it under control.”

“I hope everyone’s okay,” she says, as we rush up the staircase side by side.

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