Page 171 of Broken Omega

Safer?A burst of rage fills me.Fuck safer.

My mate is at her psychotic father’s mercy every second she spends in that fucking building.

Yanking my arm out of the guard’s grasp, I turn around, my gaze moving over every guard present at this side of the building. I make a command of them all as I growl out, “Attack anyone who tries to hurt Brooke Corvina.”

I see the command reach each one them, all guards nodding back at me in silent agreement of my command. The one I broke free of scowls after he nods.

He glowers at me, apparently not going to escort me all of the way off of the property.

“You have two minutes to be on the other side of the academy gates,” he tells me. “If you’re not gone by then, we have the authority to shoot you dead.”

Considering how impossible that is on foot, I dart around to the front of the building, taking the keys to the Lexus out of my pocket. I get inside, ready to take off, but I stall the damn thing twice in my haste before I finally get it going.

I roar down the dark road that leads to the exit, scattering a couple of guards who were waiting near the gates with hunting rifles in their hands. The sound of gunfire rings out into the night as I exit the academy gates, my heart hammering while I burn rubber.

I don’t slow down until I get to Lana’s lookout point. I roll down my window as I get to her car.

She rolls down her window and nods at me. “Park up down the street and come sit with me. That car stands out way too much here.”

She’s probably right, so I follow her advice and leave it where anyone driving past won’t see it.

Her old car is a darker color, and it isn’t exactly clean on the outside.

She unlocks the doors, and I slide into the passenger seat.

“I’m guessing Marissa didn’t let you claim Brooke as your mate?”

“She changed the procedure to make sure we couldn’t officially claim each other.”

“Damn,” Lana says, shaking her head. “So, she took Brooke back in, and had you escorted off the premises?”

“That would be the short version,” I mutter.

“Well, you might as well give me the full story,” Lana tells me. “We don’t know when her father’s getting in, and it’s not like we have anything better to do.”

FROST

Waiting around for Brooke’s father to get out of his mansion in the middle of the woods is fucking torture. Brooke was able to tell us where the cameras are so we could find a way to avoid them, which is probably the only reason we’re still out in the middle of the damn forest waiting around while he sits inside doing whatever the fuck rich psychos do when they’re home alone.

“He must have been told by now,” Donnie mutters, pacing around in circles in one of the few blind-spots close to the house.

“Quit pacing,” I mutter back.

River’s leaning against a tree, holding onto Donnie’s phone because he kept dropping it taking it out to check it every five seconds.

“Can’t help it,” Donnie says, shrugging. “All this waiting around is killing me.”

River moves, putting an arm around him, and stopping him in his tracks.

“They’re both fine,” River tells him, putting a hand on the side of his neck and stroking the skin there. “Relax. This whole thing is almost over.”

It’s hypnotic watching my Omega calm our Beta down.

Donnie leans into his touches and lets out soft sighs as he starts to relax.

All the tension slips out of his body, and his fingers stop tapping against his leg.

The frantic, nervous energy he was steeped in is gone.

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