Page 167 of Broken Omega

Kellan gives her a hug. I’ll admit, it makes me a little jealous.

“Thanks. You’ll turn back to the look-out point and tell Donnie when you see Brooke’s father arrive and leave?”

She nods. “I got the memo and I’m on my way. He won’t know what’s hit him.”

“Perfect. Thank you so damn much.”

“Thank me with the Lexus you promised for getting you into Goldcrest later, okay? Now, Godspeed.”

She turns to me. “Invite me to the wedding, B? I want to see you get your happy ending.”

“I promise you’ll be invited, Lana.”

I can’t promise not to shock the shit out of her with a group wedding, but I think she’d like that.

“Good luck,” she says, squeezing my hand before I get out of the backseat and join my mate on the road that will determine our future.

“This is it,” I tell him, as Lana turns and heads back.

He smiles. “This is it.”

“I guess it’s time to go demand we be signed off as mates.”

KELLAN

Ican’t help but notice every security camera on the way up the trail to the academy. Were all of them there before? I don’t remember seeing all the blinking red lights, but I was probably too busy trying not to crash into a tree to pay much attention to anything else.

“Are the cameras a new thing?” I ask Brooke.

She shakes her head. “I’ve honestly never seen them cleaned up and looking like they were switched on before, but I only ever saw them when I was being driven out of here to visit my father on my birthday. Maybe Marissa insisted on it after everything that happened out here. I mean, her daughter was killed here. Having a couple of Omegas escape not long after that makes Goldcrest’s security look like a joke.”

“It does.”

I wonder what that makes us look like for coming back.

Lana’s right about the security detail.

Four guards get to us just as the building comes into sight in the near distance. I can see the Lexus I parked on Friday night sitting in the front parking lot, a few spaces away from the academy driver’s Rolls Royce. If Marissa Sawyer’s here, then she was driven into the place.

“Halt,” the guard in charge demands.

I look at Brooke as we come to a stop.

She doesn’t seem particularly bothered by the guards. She probably recognizes them. She’s standing a little taller now, as if she’s slipped into the persona of who she was when she lived here.

“Is this really necessary?” Brooke asks, cocking her head at them. “I know I don’t look as good as I usually do, but surely someone here knows who I am.”

“Brooke Corvina,” the guard in charge states her name. He looks at me. “Kellan Mitchell.”

“So, you know who we are.” Brooke places her hands on her hips. “We came back so we can claim each other as mates.”

The guard lets out a sigh. “Is that really the card you want to play?”

Brooke moves her hair back from her throat. “I’m marked. He’s my mate.”

“Hold,” he says, taking a radio communicator from his belt.

He steps back, making a hand gesture that has the other guards moving around to stand at our backs.

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