Page 174 of Broken Omega

Did we need to go to the academy to lure her father away from his house?

Brooke had been certain it was the only way to be sure he would leave.

He needed her, more than anything else.

She’s proof positive that his method of conditioning works.

Or at least she will be, once he gets her to take an Alpha she doesn’t want as a mate.

“I’m sure your guys will get the evidence to get him arrested tonight.” Lana gives my hand a reassuring squeeze. “And once that happens, we can do whatever it takes to get Brooke out of Goldcrest.”

“Yeah,” I mutter, trying to relax.

We fall into silence, waiting.

BROOKE

My stomach churns for the safety of my mates. I know I can survive in here, but they’re out in the real world where anything could be happening. I only have her promise to go on that they won’t be killed, and I don’t trust that crusty, old bitch one little bit.

“You’ll be taken to your suite in a moment where your father will meet with you,” she tells me. “You’ll find it’s been … re-organized. Anything deemed unnecessary has been confiscated.”

Translation, they’ve taken all my personal belongings away.

I roll my eyes. Right now, I couldn’t care less if she told me they burned it all.

“Your father is only doing what’s right for you. I think you should be more grateful.”

I stare at her. “My father is a cold-blooded psychopath who only cares about power and money, and I can see now that you’re cut from the same cloth. I’m not standing here because of either of those things, and I never would be. I’ll do what I need to do to keep the people I care about safe, but don’t ever expect me to be grateful to either of you.”

She raises an eyebrow. “You have a lot to learn. I’m glad your father’s coming to start teaching you.”

The door opens behind me, and the same guard who escorted Kellan out takes my arm.

I pull it out of his grasp. “I’ll come with you. There’s no need to assault me.”

He frowns as he holds the door open. I step into the hall and start walking in the direction of my suite. Everything looks a bit different now. There are way more cameras in the hallways and all of them look like they’re on.

When I get to my suite, I have to stand back and wait for the guard to unlock it.

He motions to me to go inside. As soon as I do, he shuts the door, and I hear him turn the key.

He’s locked me in. I felt trapped before, but now I really am.

I hit the lights and look around to discover that bitch did more than strip the place of my personal belongings. The couch and coffee table are gone. The TV, too. All that remains of the kitchen table and chairs are the indents on the carpet where they stood.

I shake my head. They planned this shit. They expected me back here, and they thought it would bother me to be without comforts. It doesn’t.

I check the fridge. It’s full of water and fruit. Nothing else.

The kitchen drawers are empty. The cupboards are empty, too.

I step into the bedroom and turn on the light.

Everything’s gone, pretty much, besides a pile of sheets and a couple of pillows that are resting against the far wall. I go over there and discover the landline phone is still a feature. I pick it up and dial the operator. I get a standard message back that the phone can only take incoming calls.

I look into the closet and find it empty. No more glamorous dresses for me, then. No more death-trap designer heels. The only thing that makes me a little sad is the absence of my makeup kit.

I sit down in the closet, back resting against the wall, staring at the empty spot where I used to keep it. The case blended in with the detailing on the closet. It didn’t stand out. I’d hoped they wouldn’t find it, but clearly that bitch had her minions turn my room upside down and inside out.

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